<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952</id><updated>2011-09-11T09:23:48.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of TSUMOMI</title><subtitle type='html'>Mom of five.  I get my name "TSUMOMI" from my kids.  I am a tidal wave of momihood.  I like to scrapbook, listen to music, check out bands, read, and go to the movies.  I am trying to hang on to my youth for as long as possible.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-415476477767461100</id><published>2009-05-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:02:41.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a drop out</title><content type='html'>I can't handle this blog anymore.  It's not fun.  I feel like it's turned into homework.  I have really tried hard to get motivated about it again but I can't.  I already have so much homework to do everyday that I can't do more.  I mean I am doing homework in 2nd grade, 3rd grade, trying to keep up with the 5th grade stuff (It's kinda hard.  Sometimes we have to have Marc help us) and well with the 7th grade stuff Abby is doing I just stand by for moral support.  Who cares I forgot some of the stuff.  I graduated from ASU and have my degree and people in the working field don't have to worry about me joining them.  If I ever get a job I would love to work at Starbucks or Nordstroms and I don't need to be up on my game for math, nouns and verbs.  I just gotta look cute and smile.  Right?  So this blog entry is because I need to know how to make all of my past entries into a book.  Does anyone know how or where to do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-415476477767461100?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/415476477767461100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=415476477767461100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/415476477767461100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/415476477767461100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-drop-out.html' title='I&apos;m a drop out'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2799159338489006402</id><published>2009-04-28T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:17:01.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at how he is hugging her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SfdiRvXveBI/AAAAAAAAAys/ufWYmXpSlAI/s1600-h/fall+out+boy+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329836740929615890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SfdiRvXveBI/AAAAAAAAAys/ufWYmXpSlAI/s400/fall+out+boy+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is what keeps Abby in a good mood.  It was just posted on one of their web sites a few days ago.  I wish Josh was looking forward but that is him on the end.  The band is made up of pretty small guys as you can tell.  Josh being in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade is almost as tall as the drummer.   The drummer is the ugly one in the picture. Or I should say ONE of the 3 out of the 4 UGLY guys in the band. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;   He is the dude with no shirt on and tatted up.  I can say they are ugly because most chicks don't care because they are ROCK STARS right?  Well, I would care but lots of girls would just go for the status thing.  Maybe they are nice guys but they could do things to make themselves cuter.  First, cut your hair or if you want if long just wash it more than once a week.  You could always shave too.  That would be a plus.  If you don't want to shave at least keep the beard neat and tidy.  No crumbs lingering in it.  Just a suggestion.  But I guess who cares.  They are ROCK STARS and Pete makes up for the rest of them.  He is just adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2799159338489006402?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2799159338489006402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2799159338489006402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2799159338489006402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2799159338489006402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-at-how-he-is-hugging-her.html' title='Look at how he is hugging her'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SfdiRvXveBI/AAAAAAAAAys/ufWYmXpSlAI/s72-c/fall+out+boy+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6631046413799863940</id><published>2009-04-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:13:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SfERBWAsLMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/azPBGX4J6ck/s1600-h/casino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328058548942023874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SfERBWAsLMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/azPBGX4J6ck/s400/casino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am at a Charity Event with some of my oldest friends.  Yes, old as in their age but I meant old in knowing them longest.  Now you ask me what Charity Event?  No clue.  My friend doing the hang ten sign invited us.  Let's see I paid $100.00 bucks for 1 free drink.  We didn't eat (too busy having fun), they gave us 1 free drink then I paid $8.00 per plastic half filled drink after and I lost all my chips within the first hour.  Did I have fun????  Totally!!!!  You can't put a price tag on hanging with your girl friends.  Plus, got to stay the night at the new Hilton.  Stayed up till 4am.  Still recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6631046413799863940?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6631046413799863940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6631046413799863940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6631046413799863940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6631046413799863940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/charity-event.html' title='Charity Event'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SfERBWAsLMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/azPBGX4J6ck/s72-c/casino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-219186976103627612</id><published>2009-04-12T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:14:55.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeIDYwrD5aI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KfS5sX1JYmg/s1600-h/april+3,+2009+concert+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821433422603682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeIDYwrD5aI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KfS5sX1JYmg/s400/april+3,+2009+concert+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the Fall Out Boy concert last week.  It was Abby, Karley, Paige, Josh, Nathan, and Randal.  It was such a great show!  First of all Abby, Josh, and Karley had meet and greets with the bands.  They felt so cool.  They were able to enter the concert early and go hang out with them.  When Abby met Pete she said "You know I'm cool with long distance relationships". To which Pete said "Aren't you like about 12?"  To which Abby said "13".  Then Pete said "Oh well that is much better, it could work".  He gave Abby a hug.  She about died right then and there.  Hummm should I be worried that my little girl is in love with a married 28 year old?  Well, he is a hottie.  Let's just chalk it up to her having good taste in guys.  Abby, Paige and Karley headed to the front and ended up getting in the front row pushed up right against the barricades.  Oh, to be young again.  They stood there for 6 hours but were able to see everything within 3 ft.  I guess it was worth it.  The opening bands were Hey Monday, Metro Station, All Time Low and Cobra Starship.  Me, Josh and the boys hung out on the grass and danced.  It was fun.  I love that my kids like to go to concerts.  I love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeICecalIdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PY1dsu-ECnY/s1600-h/april+3,+2009+concert+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323820431552356818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeICecalIdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PY1dsu-ECnY/s400/april+3,+2009+concert+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeIBeXhCbAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/N0x5pxZ1vAg/s1600-h/april+3,+2009+concert+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323819330725637122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeIBeXhCbAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/N0x5pxZ1vAg/s400/april+3,+2009+concert+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-219186976103627612?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/219186976103627612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=219186976103627612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/219186976103627612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/219186976103627612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/fob.html' title='FOB'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SeIDYwrD5aI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KfS5sX1JYmg/s72-c/april+3,+2009+concert+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3749571121699615508</id><published>2009-04-02T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:13:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What 40 something year old girls do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SdVeiKH4_4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/otZW-7iAKO8/s1600-h/dunkin+donuts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320262475734122370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SdVeiKH4_4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/otZW-7iAKO8/s400/dunkin+donuts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A dunkin donuts just opened up by my kids school not too long ago. Can I just say this has been a lifesaver. It has done wonders for my self-esteem. You see after making a few &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;we are late for school stops eat a donut in the car&lt;/span&gt;, I have found that there are some pretty cute guys that work there. So this has done wonders for my self esteem. You ask why? They always greet me with a friendly "Good Morning" on the drive through window microphone, followed by a "How are you today?" Huh? You are asking me? Someone caring? Wow! So we place our order I think to myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which 25ish guy is working today? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Is it the guy with blue eyes and great teeth or the guy with more of an edge to him? The girls and I wait while Josh and Nathan roll there eyes saying we are sick. I have found sometimes before I pick the kids up from school for some reason I just might need a little pick me up drink to get through the afternoon. Can I say &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SCORE &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;if you have dogs in the car. I always tell Lilly to hide in the back of the car its just a little game we play. (just kidding) But I will say the workers do like dogs and have treats to give them. So that is what 40 something old girls do. We go to dunkin donuts. Now if I can just pin point these 2 workers schedules I will be set! Don't worry Marc- You are my one and only! Dunkin Donut outfit sometime?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3749571121699615508?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3749571121699615508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3749571121699615508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3749571121699615508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3749571121699615508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-40-something-year-old-girls-do.html' title='What 40 something year old girls do'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SdVeiKH4_4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/otZW-7iAKO8/s72-c/dunkin+donuts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2784151705087671122</id><published>2009-04-02T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:00:09.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SdTCbKnzv5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/29GbQfmodNk/s1600-h/movie2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320090831794978706" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SdTCbKnzv5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/29GbQfmodNk/s400/movie2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Well, I would give this 3 thumbs up if I had an extra thumb attached like this guy had in high school. Great movie!! No Naked people (sorry guys you don't get to see any chicks baring it all in the movie). They do drop the F bomb a lot in the movie but other than that you are good to go. People were laughing out loud, including me. It did drag a bit at the end but that could just be me. I was heading out to go shopping after the movie and I was ready to hit the mall. I say go see the movie. If you liked Knocked Up or Super Bad you will love this one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2784151705087671122?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2784151705087671122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2784151705087671122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2784151705087671122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2784151705087671122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-man.html' title='I love you man'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SdTCbKnzv5I/AAAAAAAAAxk/29GbQfmodNk/s72-c/movie2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-722742462219003469</id><published>2009-03-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:19:44.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror for Amelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sc-DExgCcXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_o3yfhip-oY/s1600-h/marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318613802978275698" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sc-DExgCcXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_o3yfhip-oY/s400/marc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was out with the girls doing our thing and Marc was picking up Josh from karate. I get a call from Marc saying lets meet at Starbucks and we can get some lunch at the Subway next door for the kids. Perfect! They have tables outside and the weather is beautiful. Marc and Josh got there before we did and had already grabbed a table for us. As we are walking up Amelia spots terror. "Oh my GOSH mom, dad doesn't have any shoes on. I don't want to go over there". What?? I am thinking I don't want to either. We walk over to Josh and Marc and they are so happy to see us. I say "Marc whats up with the no shoes"? To which is said "Josh forgot shoes so he is wearing mine and I won't wear any". Okay, so totally nice dad to do that but it looks more acceptable if the kid has no shoes on. People don't get why a grown adult wouldn't have them on. Amelia pulls me aside and says "Mom, we gotta go. I can't stay here. What if I see one of my friends? This is totally embarrassing". I say its all good no one will notice. (I hope). Amelia then decided to pull out plan B. "Mom, I have a really bad stomach ache. We gotta go. I am soooo sick". Marc then is hearing us talk and gets upset that his little girl is so concerned with what people will think. I told Marc hey, it is a girl thing what can I say. So, I tell Amelia that this will make a really funny blog post and it seemed to ease the embarrassment. The picture was taken while Marc was still mad about Amelia being embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-722742462219003469?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/722742462219003469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=722742462219003469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/722742462219003469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/722742462219003469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/terror-for-amelia.html' title='Terror for Amelia'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sc-DExgCcXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_o3yfhip-oY/s72-c/marc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1248226127241042331</id><published>2009-03-28T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:01:03.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and I don't mean Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sc46RDJMvKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/WnAFizZ3rRc/s1600-h/charlie+manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252274547211426" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sc46RDJMvKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/WnAFizZ3rRc/s400/charlie+manson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just thought I would let everyone know that Charles Manson just had a birthday.  He is now 74 years old.  I have always found this guy to be interesting in that he is so weird.  I have seen him do an interview and he is just so out there.  He is what I call scary and would freak out totally if he showed up at my door.  I can't imagine what his victims went through.  It is so sad to think how scared they were that night that him and his posse showed up to kill.  So on that happy note I will stop this blog.  I will try to be better about posting more often.  Hang in there audience I will return to regular posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1248226127241042331?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1248226127241042331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1248226127241042331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1248226127241042331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1248226127241042331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/charlie-and-i-dont-mean-charlie-brown.html' title='Charlie and I don&apos;t mean Charlie Brown'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sc46RDJMvKI/AAAAAAAAAxM/WnAFizZ3rRc/s72-c/charlie+manson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4275302436678436926</id><published>2009-03-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:46:18.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/ScT9kzF42JI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ffM_CfGTcyg/s1600-h/austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315652268836051090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/ScT9kzF42JI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ffM_CfGTcyg/s400/austin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura and I headed out to Austin to see our brother for 5 peaceful days. It started off by our plane being delayed by 2 hours. We didn't even care. We had our magazines, drink and interesting people to look at in the airport. One being the guy laying in front of us on the ground with his major butt crack showing. It felt so good to laugh so hard at that. I knew right then this trip was just what I needed. After being able to board the plane the fun continues. Laura and I were lucky enough to have some guys who thought they were Gods sitting in front of us. The flight attendant kept telling them to turn off their phones before take off but they kept sneaking them back on. I guess they thought the rules didn't apply to them. So next thing you know they are being escorted off the plane. They were such idiots. They kept saying "This is not fair. We will turn them off we promise". All I kept thinking was what a great job their parents did raising them. At age 25ish they still act like they are 5. It was entertaining. Austin was freezing and rainy. It was a nice change. We made it to 2 of the 3 malls in Austin. One morning we were at Starbucks I in my pj shirt, no make up and Laura was not in much better shape. David started talking about the errands he needed to do and Laura and I thought "Man we better jump ship before we have to go with him to get his hair cut, dry cleaners and store. We asked him to just drop us off at the mall. We went to the shoe department first so Laura could get some shoes to wear, then hit the make up counter. We acted like we wanted to buy some make up so the make up lady at the counter did up our faces. We looked great! Then I hit Victoria Secrets so I could get a bra. Remember I was in my pj shirt. I'm sure all of the guys would have preferred me to skip that store for their enjoyment at the mall since most of the guys are dragged their by their wife's/girlfriends to watch them try on clothes. Our brother treated my sister and I like QUEENS the whole time. It was great. He cooked for us and did the dishes (wouldn't even let us help), took us out to eat, and even gave us fresh towels. We were able to meet some of his friends and have the opportunity to embarrass our brother. Well I headed that department. Great trip and can't wait to go back. It is always fun to hang with my siblings.  In the picture my sister is next to me and the other two girls are friends of my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4275302436678436926?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4275302436678436926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4275302436678436926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4275302436678436926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4275302436678436926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/austin.html' title='Austin'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/ScT9kzF42JI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ffM_CfGTcyg/s72-c/austin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2048377799882639639</id><published>2009-03-05T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:44:57.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY SAUCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SbApQqzWTPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZfXC5iO57p4/s1600-h/soy+sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789327014120690" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SbApQqzWTPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZfXC5iO57p4/s400/soy+sauce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to make dinner tonight. I HATE to cook! The extent of my cooking is spaghetti, hamburgers, meatloaf, tacos, pizza or some sort of chicken dish. I just pretty much rotate those dishes for dinner. I know my kids suffer right? Lucky for us Marc likes to cook and saves us on the weekends. We get good stuff to make up for the lousy week mom does. Today I thought I would get a jump start on my crock pot chicken. Who can wait. In the process I burned my fingers on a hot dish. Don't ask. But to my rescue was this bottle of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I quickly poured some on my fingers and within 5 seconds (no lie) the pain is gone. I thought man I need to share this secret with my fellow blog followers. I got an e-mail one time saying that for burns use&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Soy Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lilly was my first patient that I was able to try this on. It worked. It is so awesome. Go ahead burn yourself for fun because the pain ain't gonna last as long as you have a bottle of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2048377799882639639?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2048377799882639639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2048377799882639639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2048377799882639639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2048377799882639639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-decided-to-make-dinner-tonight.html' title='SOY SAUCE'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SbApQqzWTPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZfXC5iO57p4/s72-c/soy+sauce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-307271308494934550</id><published>2009-03-03T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:31:46.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sa3oDKXLG8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/L54er-JTU48/s1600-h/homeless2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309154676758485954" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sa3oDKXLG8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/L54er-JTU48/s400/homeless2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was at the store and this homeless dude came and got in line after me. He stunk, was dirty, and I think I even saw a bug crawl out of his beard. That is besides the fact. What struck me crazy was that he had a bunch of canned cat food he was buying. I could hear him mumbling to himself and trying to figure out how much it was going to cost him. I started thinking wow, is he buying this for himself? Its cheap, he is homeless, maybe this is what homeless people eat. I mean you are getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt; right? I couldn't help myself. I started a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with him. I thought I would ask him if he has a cat. After I said that I thought dumb question. Where would he keep it? But he replied yes I guess you could say I have some. I feed the stray cats everyday. They just love me and I love making them happy. It was like those cats are his family. Here this homeless dude is spending his hard pan handling money on stray cats. (well, he did have a 6 pack of corona for himself) I thought what a kind hearted man. I told the cashier to ring his stuff up on my tab. I hurried and paid and left while the cashier was bagging his stuff. It was fun to do something nice for him as he is doing for those cats. BTW I hate cats, but admire a kind heart. Even though he is homeless he still has a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-307271308494934550?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/307271308494934550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=307271308494934550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/307271308494934550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/307271308494934550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/03/homeless-dude.html' title='Homeless dude'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/Sa3oDKXLG8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/L54er-JTU48/s72-c/homeless2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4765038222155021209</id><published>2009-02-27T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:50:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old but New den</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPeSQCCFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/5oZ8dZU__-o/s1600-h/dennn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579542569879634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPeSQCCFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/5oZ8dZU__-o/s400/dennn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids have taken over.  It is official.  No more den for Marc and I.  Not that I need a den because all my work in done in the bedroom.  Just kidding.  I am trying to make myself smile today so I had to throw that in so I could get a laugh.  Marc will probably get an even bigger laugh.  Okay, so back to the den.  It used to hold one brown desk, with brown walls, one computer, and fights non -stop .  Marc and I decided to do something about it.  We got this great computer desk to hold 3 computers.  Only 2 computers work because nothing can stay unbroken in our house.  Lilly supposedly broke it.  I think all of the other kids are just ganging up on her.  Marc has it on his "honey list" to fix.  We are going on 2 weeks.  The honey list is going to turn into a death sentence for him if it is not fixed this weekend.  See, the kids still will fight over the other 2 computers.  We really need 5 to make things work.  Whatever.  I really like how the den turned out.  I had it painted celery green and I have hung all of our pictures we had done with piped piper.  I am just waiting to hang Josh's pictures.  They are not done yet.  This is the first time we have had professional shots done that have ended up on the walls.  It makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPUr1C4EI/AAAAAAAAAwc/zgEpA729aXI/s1600-h/denn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579377637318722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPUr1C4EI/AAAAAAAAAwc/zgEpA729aXI/s400/denn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPNppeuCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/xydBkXmY_P0/s1600-h/den.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579256792856610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPNppeuCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/xydBkXmY_P0/s400/den.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4765038222155021209?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4765038222155021209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4765038222155021209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4765038222155021209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4765038222155021209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-but-new-den.html' title='Old but New den'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SahPeSQCCFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/5oZ8dZU__-o/s72-c/dennn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-819121689238327711</id><published>2009-02-23T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:22:51.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwn9wAOrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nlJ-mofz17g/s1600-h/basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997511633156786" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwn9wAOrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nlJ-mofz17g/s400/basketball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many years of Abby playing club basketball we are saying good -bye to it. Yesterday was an eye opener for us. Basketball has ruled our lives for so long.....like being gone all last weekend in California for a tournament, Abby gets up for school basketball every morning at 6:30 to go practice before school, has 2 school games a week, after her school games she goes to her club practice at 6:00-9:30 at ASU, and on the weekends there is usually a club tournament. Ya, too much for her and our family. Mostly me because I am the one taking her and going to her games. She gets to stressed out if Marc is there. Marc likes to play the role of a reff at the game and for some reason they just don't need a 3rd reff from the stands. Go figure???? So, yesterday the girls had to be at their game at 7:00 am. The played a good hard game and won. So that meant 2 more games later. We had the team over to our house in between games to have something to eat, and review game tapes. This is what started the craziness.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwZL8zWfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HmiS9kdV1_8/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997257746897394" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwZL8zWfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/HmiS9kdV1_8/s400/candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought by eating one of these so much drama would happend. Parents were so mad at their kids for eating just 1. They were making their kids do 25 push-ups for eating one. Huh?? One parent and their kid got in a big fight over this and the kid started crying. The parent even got on the floor with their kid and made them do the push-ups. I of course said "Boy, glad I didn't put out any cookies". To which one parent said "The girls will get sugar crashes and play terrible". Ummm they are kids.... and 1 piece of this will really do that? Different view points here. So, went to the game and the girls played awesome but lost. What happens next??&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwMSkKQ5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/3ZSZyzm0f-s/s1600-h/kids+running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997036184290194" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwMSkKQ5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/3ZSZyzm0f-s/s400/kids+running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach having the girls run outside in dried up grass. I am so for running if they play really bad, or if there is not another game but they did have another game. A game to place 3rd in. While running a girls asthma kicks in, Abby is sneezing non-stop and the girls are freakin tired. After all the running they break away to rest. Well, not for one girl. I see her dad take her to the running field and bitch her out for another 20 minutes. NO LIE!!! I felt so bad for her. She is getting in trouble for not making her shots. After the game Abby told me that this girls says she gets busted all the time if she plays bad. How sad. So, we are just not about that anymore. However people choose to handle their club ball is their choice and I don't judge them for that. We just don't want it that hard core for Abby. We want it to be fun. I guess it is school ball from here on out. We will see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-819121689238327711?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/819121689238327711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=819121689238327711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/819121689238327711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/819121689238327711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/saying-good-bye.html' title='Saying good-bye'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SaKwn9wAOrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nlJ-mofz17g/s72-c/basketball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6618007714408485463</id><published>2009-02-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:27:34.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-day boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SZ6vrvwaWfI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PV9_pl0GUMc/s1600-h/josh--2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304870577177778674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SZ6vrvwaWfI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PV9_pl0GUMc/s400/josh--2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My one and only boy just turned 11. Where oh where did the time go???? It seems like yesterday I was mopping the bathroom floor in our patio home waiting for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; stick to show 2 lines. It did and I was so happy! Marc was in his 3rd year of law school and I was so freaked out to tell him. I waited for about a week before I popped the news to him. Yes he was excited and freaked out. Josh has been my easy kid from the time he was born. Easy delivery, laid back kid. He has always had a "The glass is half full" attitude. Josh will always try new things and that is one thing I admire about him. One of my favorite Josh stories is we were talking about being baptised and I asked him if he ever wanted to be. His response was "I think I will be holding off on that for awhile. I know I am going to be making a lot more mistakes in my life so I am going to wait until I am a grandpa". Is this kid clever or what? Here are 11 things I love about Josh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He has the best hair ever! It is so thick. And he looks great with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is so thoughtful of other peoples feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He has determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He has a GREAT laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He is awesome at karate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He is so good to his sisters and shows them love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He will ALWAYS rub his mom's back no matter how tired he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He wakes up happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He can be crazy goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He has the softest lips, he will make some girl in high school very happy with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Gives the best hugs ever! Ask him for one and you will know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6618007714408485463?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6618007714408485463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6618007714408485463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6618007714408485463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6618007714408485463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-day-boy.html' title='B-day boy!'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SZ6vrvwaWfI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PV9_pl0GUMc/s72-c/josh--2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7300975640006430390</id><published>2009-02-04T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:53:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quaker Oat cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYnGN0qIHvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Iabnlz9Pvzg/s1600-h/cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298984377354034930" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYnGN0qIHvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Iabnlz9Pvzg/s400/cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This stuff is what keeps me regular if you know what I mean.  Eat this stuff and bye bye prunes hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quaker&lt;/span&gt; oats.  This cereal is the best thing going.  Here is the break down :  1 cup cereal (which is a good amount) 210 calories, 5 grams fiber, 6 grams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt;.  Not bad huh?  I have started eating breakfast at around 3:00 in the morning.  No type error there.  You read it right.  I have gotten in this habit of waking up around that time, eat breakfast and then go back to bed.  I picked up this habit from my sister.  She has been doing it for years.  Anyway, then when I get up for the day around 6:00 I have already eaten.  By 9:00 I am feeling good, have the energy, and the food has settled to go work out.  My kids love to eat it without  milk for a snack.  Give it a try.  And as far as my last post goes I guess nobody enjoyed seeing the hairy naked guy????  I personally thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYnGH-BrFTI/AAAAAAAAAvM/rWD78-GWeKo/s1600-h/cereal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298984276789499186" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYnGH-BrFTI/AAAAAAAAAvM/rWD78-GWeKo/s400/cereal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7300975640006430390?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7300975640006430390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7300975640006430390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7300975640006430390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7300975640006430390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/02/quaker-oat-cereal.html' title='Quaker Oat cereal'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYnGN0qIHvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Iabnlz9Pvzg/s72-c/cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6699011994485704376</id><published>2009-01-30T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:43:41.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he human????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMxbmHbQpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZlAzCZqHP-Q/s1600-h/hairy+ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297131936875758226" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMxbmHbQpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZlAzCZqHP-Q/s400/hairy+ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some may think this is not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; picture to put on a blog but it's my blog so I will do what I want.  It is liberating being 40 and doing what I want.  So back to the picture.  I couldn't believe this guy.  Is it a guy or a swamp thing?  So for all you kids who look at my blog go ahead and laugh at the picture but also let it be a warning to you.  Boys...if you ever start to grow this much hair on your body shave it, wax it, or plan on never having a girlfriend or wife.  Sorry it won't matter how nice you are or how much money you make girls will just think that is plain sick.  Girls who see this picture....If you ever and I mean ever see a guy like this or if your hubby turns out like this take care of the situation.  No human on the planet should be like this.  FYI dude : Not SEXY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMxUWD740I/AAAAAAAAAu8/JcjHNHABI1c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297131812307067714" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMxUWD740I/AAAAAAAAAu8/JcjHNHABI1c/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6699011994485704376?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6699011994485704376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6699011994485704376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6699011994485704376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6699011994485704376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-he-human.html' title='Is he human????'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMxbmHbQpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZlAzCZqHP-Q/s72-c/hairy+ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-536774762069942348</id><published>2009-01-30T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:15:03.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Maria and Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMk-1wSb-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LHSdqGEDyt8/s1600-h/maria+maria+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297118248717938658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMk-1wSb-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LHSdqGEDyt8/s400/maria+maria+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura gave us a gift card to this restaurant Maria Maria's for Marc's birthday. We decided to use it last night before we headed off to the Sun's game. The atmosphere is really great. They have huge big screen TVs everywhere with sports on, it is decorated really cool inside, and the waiter (this is big for me) was really good and cute.  They also have a room off to the side that you can have a party in.  Someone was having a birthday party while we were there.  The food is not traditional Mexican but its nice to try something different.  I had fish tacos that were really great.  We ended up taking Josh's friend Nathan with us because Abby was sick.  The game didn't start until 8:30.  When we got there I was ready to go home and put on my pj's and hop in bed to start reading.  But you know those Suns games....they rope you in with all the hoopla.  Before I know it I was on my feet yelling and trying to ref the game from my seat.  I know that Duncan could hear me call him a cry baby and Nash see me blow him a kiss.  Oh all that wasted energy.  I felt it as I sat in the seat for the car ride home at 11:00.  Now I know why we gave up our shared 9th row seats session tickets.  They are draining.  Up at 6:00 today to take Abby's friend to basketball practice since Abby is still sick.  Oh, the joys of mother hood.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMiniZYAqI/AAAAAAAAAus/MbFnQ9TwwSA/s1600-h/maria+maria+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115649361314466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMiniZYAqI/AAAAAAAAAus/MbFnQ9TwwSA/s400/maria+maria+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMiSkx9rcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/J0c86HPGkG0/s1600-h/maria+maria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115289224064450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMiSkx9rcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/J0c86HPGkG0/s400/maria+maria2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMiIqqgFfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Z4FAUnHp6Rg/s1600-h/maria+maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115119004685810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMiIqqgFfI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Z4FAUnHp6Rg/s400/maria+maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-536774762069942348?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/536774762069942348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=536774762069942348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/536774762069942348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/536774762069942348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/maria-maria-and-suns.html' title='Maria Maria and Suns'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYMk-1wSb-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/LHSdqGEDyt8/s72-c/maria+maria+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2652092700391144282</id><published>2009-01-28T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:10:45.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TC Eggington's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDJBGxGoKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0czGp1ppKVI/s1600-h/tc+eggingtons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296454182621323426" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDJBGxGoKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0czGp1ppKVI/s400/tc+eggingtons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave 7 years of my life to TC Eggington's as a waitress and expediter. Those were some good old days. Two of my brothers worked there and my sister at the same time. My brothers were half ass bus boys and my sister was the hostess that was always crying because her boyfriend who also worked there was a jerk. I made some of my best friends to this day there. We shared the throbbing feet syndrome, the cheap tippers and the hot guys that would come in and pray they would be seated in our section. Waiting tables was a good experience that I feel everyone should have. It teaches you to be kind to the servers when you go out, and tip them well. It was by far one of the hardest jobs I have had. I did enjoy it and worked up until 1 week before I gave birth to Abby. I even went back after I had her. By then I had Marc working there as well while he was in Law School. I met some of my waitress friends there yesterday for brunch. If you have never eaten there before you are not in the "IN" crowd I must say. They hands down have the best food going. Call ahead for reservations because you will wait if you don't have one on the weekends.  Oh, by the way....if you were rude to us when we were serving you we would pick potatoes off your plate and eat them before we brought it out to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDG0A8KCXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/82HRb_VbQR8/s1600-h/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296451758695516530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDG0A8KCXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/82HRb_VbQR8/s400/pancakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pancakes that rock!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDGr3J4_sI/AAAAAAAAAt0/VMj9ryQe7aQ/s1600-h/french+toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296451618629811906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDGr3J4_sI/AAAAAAAAAt0/VMj9ryQe7aQ/s400/french+toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; French toast and omlete.  The bran muffins are to die for too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2652092700391144282?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2652092700391144282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2652092700391144282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2652092700391144282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2652092700391144282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/tc-eggingtons.html' title='TC Eggington&apos;s'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SYDJBGxGoKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0czGp1ppKVI/s72-c/tc+eggingtons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1685162985294128623</id><published>2009-01-26T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:10:34.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SX3AiQTI-QI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bwsoQCWdCrQ/s1600-h/marc+and+I+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295600431580903682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SX3AiQTI-QI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bwsoQCWdCrQ/s400/marc+and+I+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I would let everyone know that God has made is second coming. He is here on earth. Apparently he is going by a code name so that everyone won't know it is him. He is using the name "Marc". Can you believe that he is here at my house? Yep, lucky us.... We get to live with God. He is such a joy. He is so good about pointing out all of my flaws so I can be a better person. Did you know that God doesn't like you to use a spoon to scoop out your ice-cream? He gets mad. He really wants you to use the ice - cream scoop. He just loves to be served too. Getting him a nice big tall glass of ice water is just no big deal when it is God I am serving. I mean who cares that I was so comfortable on the couch watching my show. He asks, I serve. It's just that easy. Well, I was shocked when it was revealed to me that it wasn't God anymore with us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SX3DilXsxeI/AAAAAAAAAts/bAhYXc8tWC4/s1600-h/skating+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295603735772055010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SX3DilXsxeI/AAAAAAAAAts/bAhYXc8tWC4/s400/skating+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These flowers were delivered to me from Marc.  He said they were because I have been so sweet and putting up with his "role playing" if you will.  Well, he may not be God, but I am going to keep him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1685162985294128623?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1685162985294128623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1685162985294128623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1685162985294128623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1685162985294128623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-is-here.html' title='God is here'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SX3AiQTI-QI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bwsoQCWdCrQ/s72-c/marc+and+I+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8022247920414541132</id><published>2009-01-22T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:43:41.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SXiAjULErOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/A1emsIftnIc/s1600-h/lilly+stinky+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294122706172947682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SXiAjULErOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/A1emsIftnIc/s400/lilly+stinky+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we were picking up the kids from school I looked back at Lilly and this is what I saw.  I asked her what the heck she was doing.  This was her response "Mom the kids are so stinky when they get in the car.  I don't want to smell them".  I said "Can I have a piece of that tape too"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8022247920414541132?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8022247920414541132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8022247920414541132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8022247920414541132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8022247920414541132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/stinky-kids.html' title='Stinky Kids'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SXiAjULErOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/A1emsIftnIc/s72-c/lilly+stinky+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1595401719585567910</id><published>2009-01-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:10:46.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SXdWjMMZcoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZVGCoe3NQ1c/s1600-h/race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293795049565942402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SXdWjMMZcoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZVGCoe3NQ1c/s400/race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is proof I did the race and finished!  Yep, 13.1 miles.  Yep, it was really hard.  Yep, I was really sore the next day.  Yep, I will be doing it again next year.  It felt so good to finish a goal I set for myself.  It was fun achieving the goal with my sister and friend Roxanne by my side.  Well, not by my side I ate their dust but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1595401719585567910?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1595401719585567910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1595401719585567910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1595401719585567910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1595401719585567910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-race.html' title='The big race!'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SXdWjMMZcoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ZVGCoe3NQ1c/s72-c/race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4238295896210615864</id><published>2009-01-14T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:30:30.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SW5KlIfJ9zI/AAAAAAAAArk/ZYplJOns_Rk/s1600-h/slumdogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291248614000686898" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SW5KlIfJ9zI/AAAAAAAAArk/ZYplJOns_Rk/s400/slumdogg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to go see what this movie was all about.  I give it 3 1/2 stars out of 5.  Believe it or not turns out to be a love story sort of thing.  The movie keep my attention for the most part.  I liked how the movie jumped from the present time to back in time.  Does that make sense?  I will be interested to hear what other peoples thoughts are on this movie.  Will it get an Oscar?  Next movie to hit will be the "Wrestler".  I think that looks great even though Micky Rourke looks crazy ugly.  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4238295896210615864?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4238295896210615864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4238295896210615864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4238295896210615864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4238295896210615864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SW5KlIfJ9zI/AAAAAAAAArk/ZYplJOns_Rk/s72-c/slumdogg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1257787686197656305</id><published>2009-01-08T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:11:52.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SWa_a4wm_II/AAAAAAAAArc/wSytKZYwSkg/s1600-h/christimas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289125281026997378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SWa_a4wm_II/AAAAAAAAArc/wSytKZYwSkg/s320/christimas+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my brother David with Lilly.  David was our roommate over Christmas.  I say roommate because he stayed with us for 17 days.  During that time Lilly got even more attached to him.  She lights up when she sees him, waits for him to wake up in the morning (sometimes she even wakes him up so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;' need an alarm clock), sits on his lap the second he sits down on the couch, and will always put on a dance show for him.  David left on Tuesday and Lilly has shed her fair share of tears since.  The last couple of nights have been bad.  She always misses him most at night when it is time for bed.  Tears, tears and more tears.  David move back here ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1257787686197656305?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1257787686197656305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1257787686197656305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1257787686197656305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1257787686197656305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-miss-him.html' title='We miss him'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SWa_a4wm_II/AAAAAAAAArc/wSytKZYwSkg/s72-c/christimas+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7509467337370596148</id><published>2009-01-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:23:01.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SWNo-d2oSuI/AAAAAAAAArU/C7ka8hxuah4/s1600-h/dogs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288185809838033634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SWNo-d2oSuI/AAAAAAAAArU/C7ka8hxuah4/s320/dogs+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a quick blog to let you know I am still around just busy.  Here is Ruby and I.  The reason I am so busy is because I can't keep up with her and her lets say failure to learn how to be house broken.  Any ideas on what to do?  She is harder to train than my kids were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7509467337370596148?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7509467337370596148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7509467337370596148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7509467337370596148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7509467337370596148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2009/01/ruby.html' title='Ruby'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SWNo-d2oSuI/AAAAAAAAArU/C7ka8hxuah4/s72-c/dogs+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2896722312644144737</id><published>2008-12-30T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:50:48.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SVojB7Im87I/AAAAAAAAArM/IphOmfVleig/s1600-h/christimas+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285575628633338802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SVojB7Im87I/AAAAAAAAArM/IphOmfVleig/s320/christimas+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have really good reasons for not blogging for so long.  The week leading up to Christmas was total chaos for me.  It started with hosting Marc's work party.  Granted it wasn't at my house, but I was in charge of getting all the staff multiple gift cards from all over the mall.  Love my hubby for giving me this job the day of the party.  I really will do anything for him.  We had his office party at Cafe Boa on Mill ave.  It was really nice.   That was Friday night.  Now onto Saturday....Amelia had 2 yes 2 dance recitals that day.  One in the afternoon and one in the evening.  She was performing in the Spirit of Christmas that was running at Chandler Center for the Arts.  Between shows we had to hit a Christmas party at one of our best friends house.  Amelia and I left the party went to her 2ND show and back to the party.  Marc left the party when I got there to go pick up my brother from the airport.  On to Sunday.  Josh had to be dressed and ready to go for his play by 8:30 am.  His big debut took place at Tempe Market Place.  He was great!!!  I somehow managed to delete all of the pictures of this great day.  It was so awesome that so many friends and family came out to support him.  That made him and I feel like a million bucks.  After the 2ND play we went to my brother and sister in laws house for their annual Christmas party.  Can I just say this is one of my highlights of Christmas.  They make all of the food from scratch and don't even blink an eye.  My family and my sister in laws family all come.  It is so cool that we can chill with everyone and know her family too.  Monday we hosted our neighborhood party at our house.  Of course it was raining.  At this point I am ready to shoot myself.  I am dead.   Done.  But wait we still have to host Christmas Eve and Christmas day.  Christmas Eve is always so fun.  We act out the story of Christ, have a Mexican feast and exchange presents with Marc's family.  Christmas Day we have my family over.   The rule on Christmas day with my family is you can't wear any make-up or do your hair.  P.J.'s are optional.  Marc always makes a ham and prime rib.  Wow, I am tired just from writing everything I did.  I know this is a boring post but it is more of a journal entry for me.  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for the highlight.  I got a new dog!!!!  Christmas morning our door bell rang.  Amelia answered the door and a box was sitting there.  It said open.  She did and a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maltipoo&lt;/span&gt; puppy jumped out.  Her name is Ruby.  I couldn't be happier.  Marc said someone must really hate him for doing this.  I just said you must have been bad this year.  Santa obviously thought I have been good. 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Don't let Mom decorate a Christmas tree when it is that time of the month. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unreasonable&lt;/span&gt;, selfish, and in crazy mode. Here is what went down. I wanted a fancy (how fancy can you get when you live at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pulsifer's&lt;/span&gt;) Christmas tree in the "fancy room" and a kid friendly, if you will tree upstairs. I gave the kids the box of all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ornament's&lt;/span&gt;. The ones that they made, the old ones, and yes, the ceramic hand print ones that make a tree want to tip over or lean to one side. They were as happy as clams and went up stairs to work on their project. I got some fancy decorations for MY tree and got busy. Well, of course it took the kids like 2 seconds to decorate their tree. They come running downstairs yelling done. We will help you. Oh, I don't need any help I'm fine. No, really Mom we will as their hands dive into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ornament's&lt;/span&gt;. One of my big gold balls - broke within a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;millisecond&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, it all good - don't freak out Christi- stay composed. I let them hang ALL of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ornament's&lt;/span&gt;. They were happy, I was happy, all is good until one of the stinkers found another box of OLD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ornament's&lt;/span&gt;. They all started putting them on the FANCY tree. STOP!!!! We aren't putting those on this tree. Why look it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; of me....Look I made this one.....exactly....that is why it isn't going on my FANCY tree. Of course I didn't say that but I sure was thinking that. They were all getting bummed out. Then I caved. I am too much a mom. Go to it girls put them all over the FANCY tree. I am PMS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; so that is probably why I had unrealistic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt;. So from here on out I won't decorate during that time. Lesson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt;. (I only cried for a couple of minutes) Great News after a couple of the ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; were put on the fancy tree they thought it did look ugly and they took them off. I am so happy for fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; girls on all levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6432374770131595918?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6432374770131595918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6432374770131595918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6432374770131595918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6432374770131595918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUkF64uBYdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/T3x2QttcYDc/s72-c/christimas+tree+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7808775056723336400</id><published>2008-12-14T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:03:24.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUU3rSRmVeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WG575uzNWB8/s1600-h/Polar_Express_CD_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279687354941330914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUU3rSRmVeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WG575uzNWB8/s400/Polar_Express_CD_Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;Polar Express [Photo]The kids and I went and saw this movie at the IMAX theater today. WOW! That is all I can say. It was the BEST movie I have ever seen in 3-D. It was so cool. The kids loved it and I mean LOVED it! It was fun to get in the holiday spirit. I think this is going to be a tradition for us. While we were waiting to go into the IMAX, good old SANTA walked by us on his way to the "North Pole, if you will". Lilly got really quiet but the other kids were thrilled. I really don't know why because they know that the guy walking by really isn't the REAL Santa. The Real one only comes on Christmas Eve. Anyways, as soon as he passed us Lilly says to me "Santa made my hands get freezing. They are so cold right now." I said "Do you want to go sit on his lap?" To which she replied " I think I will just TEXT Santa what I want this year for Christmas. Can I use your cell phone Mom?" I was laughing at this response coming from my newly 4 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7808775056723336400?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7808775056723336400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7808775056723336400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7808775056723336400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7808775056723336400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/polar-express_14.html' title='Polar Express'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUU3rSRmVeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WG575uzNWB8/s72-c/Polar_Express_CD_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7085807531819418806</id><published>2008-12-14T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:39:57.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute, cheap ideas for neighbors (got this from a differnt blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soup or soup mix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- Wishing you a "Souper" Holiday Season!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loaf of Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - For being there when you were "Kneaded", for "Rising" tothe occasion, large or small. For never "Loafing" on the job, for helpingothers to "Heel" with TLC. No matter how you "Slice it", you do a terrificjob loving Others. Merry Christmas!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chex Party Mix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Remember Santa "Chex" his list twice to see who's beennaughty or nice...so be good for goodness sake!! Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Box of Hostess Ho-Ho's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Hope a merry "HO - HO - H0" fills your heartthe whole year through! (Put a santa sticker on the label)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wire wisk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - (Filled with Chocolate kisses) "We WHISK you a MerryKISSmas!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jar of Jelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - jelly is like love - you can't spread it around withoutgetting some on yourself! Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Tray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - We "Tray"sure your friendship! Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A juice pitcher filled with candy canes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- "We pitcher you raising alittle "cane" during the holidays!" Have a merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paper Towels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Blot out your troubles; absorb the Christmas Spirit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bananas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - If we could choose our friends, and we searched the whole world through, we'd go bananas trying to find a better bunch thanyou!!"think is very dear!!"&lt;br /&gt;Cherry 7-up - "Just a Little Christmas Cheer from Happy Hearts this timeof year!! Merry Christmas!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Strainer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - (With a christmas bow) " We could'nt restrain ourselves fromwishing you a very Merry Christmas!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Box of Light Bulbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Have a bright and radiant Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grater and Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - " To a Grate Neighbor! Merry Christmas!"p into a wonderful Holiday season and a Healthy NewYear!"&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Shaped pasta ( Or any Pasta and a bottle of Sauce ) " Have aPasta-tively Happy Holiday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie Dough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Here's a little extre "Dough" for Christmas! Or"Everyone Needs a little extra "Dough" for Christmas!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade Frozen Rolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Here's a little holiday treat. Rise and bake,it can't be beat! Warm fresh rolls just for you. Top with butter .... that'sall you do! Warm Holiday Greetings to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rice Krispie Treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Snap, Crackle, Pop" We think You're really Tops!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toffee or Brittle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Any way you break it, We think you're thegreatest!"85. Fudge - "Fudge" a little on the calories and enjoy the Holiday Season!"&lt;br /&gt; Cheese Ball and Crackers - "We don't mean to sound "Cheesy", we justhope you have a "Ball" this Holiday Season! Or "Spread a little ChristmasCheer this Holiday Season\&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- " The kindness you show makes our friendship grow and grow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Donuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Donut" you know we love you??? Have a happy Holiday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7085807531819418806?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7085807531819418806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7085807531819418806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7085807531819418806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7085807531819418806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-cheap-ideas-for-neighbors-got-this.html' title='Cute, cheap ideas for neighbors (got this from a differnt blog)'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-5764132995880566136</id><published>2008-12-11T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:27:15.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>took me 6 days to recover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMgXEblLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vuxTcQgKInQ/s1600-h/pussy+cat+dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278584357087057074" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMgXEblLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vuxTcQgKInQ/s400/pussy+cat+dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMXa42nBI/AAAAAAAAAps/cb0H2u5B8rQ/s1600-h/rhianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278584203493415954" style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMXa42nBI/AAAAAAAAAps/cb0H2u5B8rQ/s400/rhianna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMQqmABaI/AAAAAAAAApk/BtbsjUaxAv4/s1600-h/pete+wentz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278584087450224034" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMQqmABaI/AAAAAAAAApk/BtbsjUaxAv4/s400/pete+wentz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMGUE1b_I/AAAAAAAAApc/hoA7WbJvNEo/s1600-h/katy+perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583909606846450" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMGUE1b_I/AAAAAAAAApc/hoA7WbJvNEo/s400/katy+perry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFL_A4468I/AAAAAAAAApU/6DusDCSeCKc/s1600-h/fall+out+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278583784197385154" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFL_A4468I/AAAAAAAAApU/6DusDCSeCKc/s400/fall+out+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am old. It took me 6 days to recover from a concert I took Abby and Josh to. I have been wanting to blog about it, but my ears have still been ringing. So we went to PHOOSON last Friday. It started at 4:30 in the afternoon and we didn't start walking out to the car until 12:20 in the morning. 8 hours of bands!!! That is what I'm talking about. We were 4 row. Just behind a couple of rows of VIP people. We had awesome seats. You could see the bands really good, and even see their facial expressions. It was so much fun. The topper was when Pete Wentz did a stage dive on top of us. Abby got to hold his hand, and well so did I. I know I need to grow up. Josh just touched him. He wasn't into the holding hands with him. I know Pete is married and like 30 at best but he is hot! If he was 18 and I was saying that yes that would be weird, I could be his mom. But with our age difference I could really only quilify as a big sister. So I think it is okay to say he is hot. Abby has always been in love with him. She was shaking after the hand holding. She couldn't even text her friends because of the shakes. Sorry mom if you are reading this. Your granddaughter is in love with a tattooed rock star. Anyways, we had a great time. Here is the line up of who played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsity Fan Club&lt;/strong&gt; - Ya, they aren't going to make it. We were talking to them because they were sitting by us. I asked if Abby wanted to get her picture taken with them. She was like "No Way. Are you kidding me? They totally suck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academy Is&lt;/strong&gt; - they were fun to watch&lt;/div&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second hand Serenade&lt;/strong&gt; - the guy has a great voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse Mc Cartney&lt;/strong&gt; - entertaining but don't really like his music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie Perry&lt;/strong&gt; - She sounded really good and fun to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokyo Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; - Sounded good. The leader singer is freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't even consider them music. They are just glorified dancers.  Funny, it was one of Josh's favorite bands.  I wonder why?????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;- Sounded great. Lot's of interaction with the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhianna&lt;/strong&gt; - Sounded Awesome. She is so beautiful in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-5764132995880566136?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5764132995880566136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=5764132995880566136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5764132995880566136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5764132995880566136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/took-me-6-days-to-recover.html' title='took me 6 days to recover'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SUFMgXEblLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vuxTcQgKInQ/s72-c/pussy+cat+dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-18654902486735428</id><published>2008-12-03T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:35:34.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STb6SX8q2nI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ehkKsx_Me3E/s1600-h/john+jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275679207084186226" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STb6SX8q2nI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ehkKsx_Me3E/s400/john+jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these guys. They are the DJ's for the morning show on 104.7 in the mornings. Now this station doesn't really play the music I like but the morning show rocks! They are so funny. Who isn't looking for a laugh in the mornings? Well, laugh I did not do the other day. It would be the ugly cry. You know the one where your face gets all weirded out looking.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STho_gNR8SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/iIXDrO7Lo-8/s1600-h/marc+and+I+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STho_gNR8SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/iIXDrO7Lo-8/s200/marc+and+I+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276082403651219746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I got that way because these guys make Christmas happen for people struggling. You hear a sad story of the people in need and these guys totally set them up. They had the lady on the phone getting help crying, me crying and Lilly crying because she didn't know why I was crying. It was only Dec. 2 and they do this like everyday until Christmas. Boy, December is going to be long. I better get some tissues for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-18654902486735428?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/18654902486735428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=18654902486735428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/18654902486735428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/18654902486735428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish.html' title='Christmas wish'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STb6SX8q2nI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ehkKsx_Me3E/s72-c/john+jay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4887027777937173464</id><published>2008-12-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:14:18.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took 3 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STWV60nuWhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ueqhm57tsc4/s1600-h/pied+piper+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275287376324614674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STWV60nuWhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ueqhm57tsc4/s320/pied+piper+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STWVvYGHdKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XUz_zodquL8/s1600-h/thanksgiving+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275287179688899746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STWVvYGHdKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/XUz_zodquL8/s320/thanksgiving+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 3 years Josh has said goodbye to his Mohawk. I gotta tell you I was excited but also wondering if I was going to miss it. That hair cut is how I have seen my little guy for the last 3 years. That is what defined him to some extent. People at school knew him by the MOHAWK. I actually felt proud that he felt secure enough as a person to sport a haircut that most people don't have. The reason for the change is that Josh got the part as Charlie Brown in "It's a Charlie Brown Christmas". When he went to the audition the casting director asked if he would be willing to shave it off if he got a part. He said sure with no hesitation. Well, Josh got the part as Charlie Brown. His debut will be December 21st at Tempe Town Market place stage December 21st at 10:00 and 1:00. It is free. Promised a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4887027777937173464?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4887027777937173464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4887027777937173464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4887027777937173464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4887027777937173464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-only-took-3-years.html' title='It only took 3 years'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STWV60nuWhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ueqhm57tsc4/s72-c/pied+piper+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8118627282743076630</id><published>2008-11-28T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:20:00.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey day and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGHaA3EhXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3be-n9Q0YWg/s1600-h/thanksgiving+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274145519604893042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGHaA3EhXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3be-n9Q0YWg/s320/thanksgiving+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGGs-5e8VI/AAAAAAAAAjg/LypK4xV_JmI/s1600-h/thanksgiving+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274144745984029010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGGs-5e8VI/AAAAAAAAAjg/LypK4xV_JmI/s320/thanksgiving+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGF8NpAMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/DJIqBN4enr4/s1600-h/thanksgiving+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143908127846946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGF8NpAMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/DJIqBN4enr4/s320/thanksgiving+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STEx3t2c47I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Gn3Mm1WMdNg/s1600-h/thanksgiving+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274051471898108850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STEx3t2c47I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Gn3Mm1WMdNg/s400/thanksgiving+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Turkey day with friends this year. Our friends are from France, England, Texas, Nebraska and Arizona. It was a fun group of people. Marc put together a menu and had everyone make special dishes for the feast. It was a banner year as far as food was concerned. I forgot to take pictures of the food. But really who wants to see the food? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; kind of the last thing you want to see again after being stuffed with it the day before. After we ate we played a couple of games, watched football on t.v., and talked. Then it started to down pour rain and the kids went nuts. There were a good amount of kids here who all decided to go play in the rain. It was so fun to watch them laugh and have fun. Even the teenagers who usually too cool for anything played in the rain. They were all pretty wound up after that. Next thing you know the music is pumping and there is a dance party. Nothing like jumping around on a full tummy. It was a great day. Missed my family- but feel lucky to have such close friends to share a special day with. I will get my family on Christmas. Watch out. It's never dull at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pulsifer&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8118627282743076630?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8118627282743076630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8118627282743076630' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8118627282743076630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8118627282743076630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-and-friends.html' title='Turkey day and friends'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/STGHaA3EhXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3be-n9Q0YWg/s72-c/thanksgiving+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1838912026556867257</id><published>2008-11-27T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:35:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>So many things to be thankful for at this time of year and easy to forget what they are because of the economy.  But here is my predictable list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Family&lt;br /&gt;2. House&lt;br /&gt;3. Health&lt;br /&gt;4. Hard working husband that brings home the bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my not so predictable things I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Quaker Oats cereal - High in fiber which is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;2.  Blue finger nail polish - I love this on my toes&lt;br /&gt;3.  The move" The Notebook" - so romantic and Ryan Gosling is just too hot in the movie&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful that all the workers at Target wear red so I know who to go to when I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1838912026556867257?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1838912026556867257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1838912026556867257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1838912026556867257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1838912026556867257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6940906190220905847</id><published>2008-11-12T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:29:45.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRstvPUzSkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UeOoqfUw76I/s1600-h/pied+piper+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267854478730807874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRstvPUzSkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UeOoqfUw76I/s400/pied+piper+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRstWXW0IgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/NsAj6a7ILVY/s1600-h/spooning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267854051390005762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRstWXW0IgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/NsAj6a7ILVY/s400/spooning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to spoon this little girl last night.  Lilly woke up in the middle of the night scared.  Of course there I was to help and protect her.  She hopped in bed and I snuggled up and spooned her.  I was wide awake by this point and started thinking.  When Marc spoons me I always feel protected.  His big arms wrap around me and I feel safe and secure.  It was great being able to wrap my big arms around my little bundle of joy and know that I am making her feel safe and secure.  I felt lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6940906190220905847?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6940906190220905847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6940906190220905847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6940906190220905847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6940906190220905847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooning.html' title='Spooning'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRstvPUzSkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UeOoqfUw76I/s72-c/pied+piper+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-29484377920621597</id><published>2008-11-11T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:17:57.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cribb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmTMAQ9epI/AAAAAAAAAiw/N10LWBPy_Q0/s1600-h/california+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267403073625356946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmTMAQ9epI/AAAAAAAAAiw/N10LWBPy_Q0/s320/california+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmS8dhr_EI/AAAAAAAAAio/hgdcPGskvnU/s1600-h/california+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267402806602234946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmS8dhr_EI/AAAAAAAAAio/hgdcPGskvnU/s320/california+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmSrLULu2I/AAAAAAAAAig/SMMSkV6ChZs/s1600-h/california+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267402509655980898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmSrLULu2I/AAAAAAAAAig/SMMSkV6ChZs/s320/california+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmSZ_hTHAI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OKQW6AXozDc/s1600-h/california+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267402214431988738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmSZ_hTHAI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OKQW6AXozDc/s320/california+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmSJv0l3FI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0qFHt8Uz5gs/s1600-h/house+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267401935340035154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmSJv0l3FI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0qFHt8Uz5gs/s320/house+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder what the Pulsifer house looked like inside?  Here you go.  Now you ask yourself "Wow, how does she keep her house so picked up and clean"?  Well, these pictures were taken over a year ago for our realtor to use when she listed our house.  Needless to say we didn't move and I never had to use the pictures.  Being in the blogging funk that I'm in I thought I would put these once in a lifetime pictures to use.  So here you go.  Sneak peek into to the Pulsifer house...minus the mess that is usually there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-29484377920621597?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/29484377920621597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=29484377920621597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/29484377920621597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/29484377920621597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cribb.html' title='My Cribb'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmTMAQ9epI/AAAAAAAAAiw/N10LWBPy_Q0/s72-c/california+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3146713609239660069</id><published>2008-11-05T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:47:55.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>history was made on Nov. 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRJL3vIHT3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/MXbJRORPz-A/s1600-h/lab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354335264919410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRJL3vIHT3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/MXbJRORPz-A/s400/lab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRJLtlOwGrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tT6o3U9joH4/s1600-h/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354160809712306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRJLtlOwGrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tT6o3U9joH4/s400/blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; History was made yesterday and I'm not talking about the new President.  I am talking about going and getting some blood work done.  I went into Sonora Lab at 3:15 to get some blood drawn for some tests.  No, I don't have cancer and No I'm not preggo.  Well history was made when they called me back after sitting in the waiting room for a WHOLE 5 minutes.  Rock on!!! No 45 minute wait like usual.  I was excited, happy and more than willing to give them my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3146713609239660069?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3146713609239660069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3146713609239660069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3146713609239660069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3146713609239660069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-was-made-on-nov-4th.html' title='history was made on Nov. 4th'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRJL3vIHT3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/MXbJRORPz-A/s72-c/lab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4222334275265050144</id><published>2008-11-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:38:46.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQ81SCSJgqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7caj-Z7xYYY/s1600-h/running+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485073386308258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQ81SCSJgqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7caj-Z7xYYY/s400/running+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been getting a bit worried about the PF CHANG race I signed up for.  I haven't felt real great running and was getting bored.  I felt like I had a monkey on my back.  My mind was messing with me.  I kept thinking how am I going to run this thing in 2 1/2 months?  My longest run to date was 6 miles.  I was really getting discouraged.  So Saturday I went for a run.  I was feeling pretty good.  My groove was on.  So after 2 miles I told myself you are going to break this mental game your brain in playing with you.  You are going to break into the double digits today.  I did it!  I ran 10 miles on Saturday.  Wow!  Talk about feeling good about yourself.  I realized I am in better shape than I thought.  All of my training has been working and I am going to reach my goal.  I won the mental game!  It really is about that.  So come Jan. I know I will be ready.  I have just enough time to train and tack on 3 more miles to that 10.  I should be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4222334275265050144?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4222334275265050144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4222334275265050144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4222334275265050144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4222334275265050144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/11/mind-games.html' title='Mind games'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQ81SCSJgqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7caj-Z7xYYY/s72-c/running+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-171840767497829284</id><published>2008-10-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:01:17.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful being a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtxrr9f-CI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tJhMy8H4vTY/s1600-h/shoes+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263425584861542434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtxrr9f-CI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tJhMy8H4vTY/s320/shoes+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtxLAu9wHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n104uljeDEs/s1600-h/shoes+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263425023502041202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtxLAu9wHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n104uljeDEs/s320/shoes+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well these cute little shoes were supposed to be fun for the girls, but as you can see by the later picture they turned out to be pretty stressful.  It sure if tough being a girl and trying to look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtwltGiUfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_K_OgMpkKd4/s1600-h/shoes+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263424382577037810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtwltGiUfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_K_OgMpkKd4/s320/shoes+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtwHZpkmUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mbBE6iU3bRI/s1600-h/shoes+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263423861959203138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtwHZpkmUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mbBE6iU3bRI/s400/shoes+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-171840767497829284?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/171840767497829284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=171840767497829284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/171840767497829284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/171840767497829284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/stressful-being-girl.html' title='Stressful being a girl'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQtxrr9f-CI/AAAAAAAAAgw/tJhMy8H4vTY/s72-c/shoes+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2559097222615258499</id><published>2008-10-24T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:55:19.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQHwDf-w6QI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VhOpBYxEMjs/s1600-h/Amelia%27s+8th+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260749782660475138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQHwDf-w6QI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VhOpBYxEMjs/s400/Amelia%27s+8th+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tagged to go to my pictures to the 4th folder and click on the 4th picture in that folder.  Here it is.  Amelia's b-day party 2 years ago.  It was at Snip It's.  Now I tag you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2559097222615258499?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2559097222615258499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2559097222615258499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2559097222615258499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2559097222615258499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SQHwDf-w6QI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VhOpBYxEMjs/s72-c/Amelia%27s+8th+party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7939745024101586040</id><published>2008-10-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:52:17.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SP9zYeIJw1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/oFQf8hyktI0/s1600-h/Abby%27s+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260049754033341266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SP9zYeIJw1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/oFQf8hyktI0/s400/Abby%27s+costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our family has never really been into Halloween. Having 4 girls means having a house full of scardy cats. Sorry Josh. I used to decorate for Halloween and try to get into the spirit of the holiday. Nothing too crazy -a witch, some witch shoes, spiders, you know all the stuff you probably put up. But after years of complaining from the girls that it freaks them out I gave all my stuff to my sister. She has a couple of boys who can't wait to get all of that scary stuff out. Well of course this year I get complaining again but now for not decorating. Go figure. Well, it ain't gonna happen people. I loved not having to store stuff and pull it out for a couple of weeks. So then they wanted to talk Halloween costumes. I say we have a closet full of old dance recital costumes take your pick. I can guarantee you will be wearing the most expensive outfit out of anyone. (those dance costumes cost an arm and a leg) Well you can imagine the terror in these girls eyes. "Are you kidding me mom? I have already worn those. I can't wear them again besides they are dance outfits" Do they think they are celebrities and people are keeping tabs on them? So I gave a firm NO I AM NOT BUYING YOU A COSTUME lecture. Like I am going to spend $25.00 x 5 kids for a 2 hour night of walking around in the dark. Hello, who really even sees the outfits? So, my kids decided to spend their own money on their costumes this year. Rachel bought a witch outfit, Josh a scary mask, Amelia stuff to be a Gypsies and Abby a fairy. Let's see if they have buyers remorse Nov. 1st. I have a feeling they will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7939745024101586040?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7939745024101586040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7939745024101586040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7939745024101586040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7939745024101586040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SP9zYeIJw1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/oFQf8hyktI0/s72-c/Abby%27s+costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8052147490716839314</id><published>2008-10-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:21:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SP9seV_BC8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/6ri6WsiaLy8/s1600-h/pied+piper+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260042158345358274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SP9seV_BC8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/6ri6WsiaLy8/s400/pied+piper+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some random things Lilly says.  I think they are funny enough to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Mom, can I have a lonely room?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(That means she wants her own room and doesn't want to share with Abby anymore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Mom, will you pet me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(That means she would like me to rub her back and feet.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mom, when will it be up time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(When is it going to be morning)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Can I have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monka&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I want ice cream)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few of the laughs I get from this girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8052147490716839314?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8052147490716839314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8052147490716839314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8052147490716839314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8052147490716839314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lilly.html' title='Lilly'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SP9seV_BC8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/6ri6WsiaLy8/s72-c/pied+piper+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1906448251281578104</id><published>2008-10-20T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:52:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPy0268QwRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ckn5Ez3l_bo/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259277320489845010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPy0268QwRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ckn5Ez3l_bo/s400/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to go to bed at night and fall asleep wondering what I am going to dream about.  I am a good dreamer.  I am lucky enough to dream in color and remember the dream when I wake up in the morning.  I dream at least 5 times a week.  It's funny how dreams work and tell a story of my life at the time.  If I am really stressed out in my real life I will dream about my days as a waitress at TC Eggington's.  The dream will be about having a ton of tables and people to wait on and not being able to keep up.  It is usually about not being able to get their drinks out to them.  If Marc and I aren't getting along I usually dream about me and some celebrity guy.  I have been on a date with Justin Timberlake, Keanue Reaves and Ryan Gosling so far.  These dreams really help smooth things over for Marc and I.  I sometimes welcome the fight between us so I can have a "Dream Date".  So last night I had a dream that I only had about 10 hours to live.  It was very disturbing.  I remember being really sad and wanting to get things done before I checked out.  I remember telling myself "Hey it is going to be okay to die.  You can see what's on the other side.  You should be excited to be heading there".  Thinking those thoughts in my dream really put me at ease.  I remember not being scared to die.  So any idea what this dream was suppose to mean or say to me?  Oh, I didn't end up dying.  I lived.  I was given a shot of some medication in my arm and Marc said it would make me live.  Weird huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1906448251281578104?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1906448251281578104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1906448251281578104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1906448251281578104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1906448251281578104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPy0268QwRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ckn5Ez3l_bo/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3088804449447118704</id><published>2008-10-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:39:44.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjClNBRHXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Q_O7BPdlKKM/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258166509360979314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjClNBRHXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Q_O7BPdlKKM/s400/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjCaXiyBOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KZ2bhdYALGk/s1600-h/coins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258166323207341282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjCaXiyBOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KZ2bhdYALGk/s400/coins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjC7PIR6iI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RERGNe4sV7M/s1600-h/sonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258166887884384802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjC7PIR6iI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RERGNe4sV7M/s400/sonic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes doing laundry isn't that bad.  Today I came into a good amount of change from people not emptying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; pockets.  So..... that means diet vanilla coke for me today at sonic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3088804449447118704?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3088804449447118704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3088804449447118704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3088804449447118704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3088804449447118704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/laundy.html' title='Laundy'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPjClNBRHXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Q_O7BPdlKKM/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3198996509093555414</id><published>2008-10-16T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:40:42.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeelecpJCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jxNQiI0Nwrk/s1600-h/inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257845456643892258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeelecpJCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jxNQiI0Nwrk/s400/inspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt; INSPIRATION:  arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity.  I feel like I need some inspiration to tackle the things I need to do.  I need to clean out and organize the kids closets and pantry.  I feel like that takes some creativity on my part.  I need to find a way to maximize the space we have and to do it in a fashion that the kids can relate to.  I need them to be able to relate to how I set things up so there are less messes.  Any ideas?  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;I also need some inspiration for this race I signed up for.  It seemed like a great idea 3 months ago.  My body is tired and my mind is bored when I run for longer than an hour.  After running for 1 hour straight I run out of things to keep my mind off what I am doing.  By this point my head phones are all sweaty (it bugs me to no end) and my clothes are soaked.  Now running for 1 hour straight for me is only getting through 5 miles.  I still need to add 8 more miles onto this.  See where I am going with this????  I have ran 6.5 miles as my longest run yet, but this 13 mile race is in 3 months.  Can I do it?  Give me some inspiration! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3198996509093555414?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3198996509093555414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3198996509093555414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3198996509093555414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3198996509093555414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiration.html' title='INSPIRATION'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeelecpJCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/jxNQiI0Nwrk/s72-c/inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-951491059449777779</id><published>2008-10-16T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:19:26.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been doing with my weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPd--ePHBOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fepjigAOzEQ/s1600-h/rachel+b-day+dinner+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257810701711770850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPd--ePHBOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fepjigAOzEQ/s400/rachel+b-day+dinner+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what has been going on in my life for the past two weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abby celebrated her b-day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jestzer's&lt;/span&gt; comedy club. Look how pretty she is in her striped shirt she got from my sister for her b-day. Marc and I had a great time hanging with all of these kids. Great bunch of kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeAE9EiWKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-B5SVhCBOSs/s1600-h/pied+piper+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257811912579766434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeAE9EiWKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-B5SVhCBOSs/s400/pied+piper+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next weekend was Rachel's b-day. She had a gymnastics meet on her b-day. That brought her some good luck. She got medals on beam and vault. Pretty exciting stuff. Then that night we went and had a family dinner. We always let the kids choose where they would like to eat on their b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and ate at La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stalla&lt;/span&gt; in down town Chandler. This place has great Italian food. The kids showed great manners and nobody spilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; water. Something about having the cloth napkins kicks them into perfect mode. Maybe I should use them everyday at the dinner table. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeA3V_JBzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NYwG8g5sbrU/s1600-h/rachel+b-day+dinner+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257812778261481266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeA3V_JBzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NYwG8g5sbrU/s400/rachel+b-day+dinner+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeBfsnI7wI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gSanXFamAwo/s1600-h/rachel+b-day+dinner+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257813471529594626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeBfsnI7wI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gSanXFamAwo/s400/rachel+b-day+dinner+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257813905222280482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeB48PiJSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xWY3Nc-5N6E/s400/rachel+b-day+dinner+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our posse at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the Kristi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yamagouchi&lt;/span&gt; ice skating show featuring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Johnas&lt;/span&gt; brothers.  Wow a packed weekend for little Rachel's b-day. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeDvqqKOZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0_d0ae5fslY/s1600-h/jobros+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257815944906553746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeDvqqKOZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0_d0ae5fslY/s400/jobros+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeELtOm6gI/AAAAAAAAAew/cqp0DvjGDY0/s1600-h/jobros+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816426632636930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPeELtOm6gI/AAAAAAAAAew/cqp0DvjGDY0/s400/jobros+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-951491059449777779?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/951491059449777779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=951491059449777779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/951491059449777779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/951491059449777779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-have-been-doing-with-my-weekends.html' title='What I have been doing with my weekends'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPd--ePHBOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fepjigAOzEQ/s72-c/rachel+b-day+dinner+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2462308833221792568</id><published>2008-10-12T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:28:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPIhweRNosI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HlGL1Bv3UIQ/s1600-h/gymmeet+hospital+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256300831737488066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPIhweRNosI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HlGL1Bv3UIQ/s400/gymmeet+hospital+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My peanut turned 8.  Somehow 8 years ago I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; with Rachel.  Have in mind that 3 months earlier I had given birth to #3, was on the mini pill and nursing.  Rachel didn't care and decided she needed to join the family.  The doctor didn't think that the pregnancy was even going to stay because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; levels were so low.  But Rachel held on and 9 months later I had 4 kids in my care.  Abby 4, Josh 2, Amelia barley 1 and a newborn.  Needless to say my life was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blurr&lt;/span&gt;.  What I do know is that Rachel was 5 lbs and 3 oz and popped out.  She was colic for the first couple of months.  This kid didn't even like to ride in the car.  Full blown screaming about 12 hours out of the 24 hour day.  Starting at age 1 she would hold her breath until she passed out and turned blue.  She would have a seizure to bring her back to life.  The fire department and paramedics would show up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; it happened out in public.  Let's see it happened at swim lessons, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cost cutters&lt;/span&gt;, grocery store, school and home many of times.  And yes I would totally freak out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.  It would happen at LEAST once a month.  When she would get hurt or start to cry that would bring it on.  It really sucked and that is all I can say about it.  By age 5 she outgrew that crazy breath holding.  Rachel was a difficult baby but is the easiest kid now.  She is totally chill all of the time.  Here are 8 things I love about my 8 year old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  She is AWESOME at gymnastics.  She amazes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she does a trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.  She has the personality and looks of my sister who I think the world of.  She really could be my sisters kid.  They are more alike than Rachel and I.  (Lucky Rachel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.  She has a great smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.  She is dedicated to getting her homework done no matter how tired she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.  She is a great sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6.  She knows how to cuddle really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7.  She loves to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.  She likes to keep her room picked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2462308833221792568?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2462308833221792568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2462308833221792568' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2462308833221792568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2462308833221792568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/rachels-b-day.html' title='Rachel&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SPIhweRNosI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HlGL1Bv3UIQ/s72-c/gymmeet+hospital+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6674923169509645528</id><published>2008-10-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:04:41.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dysfunctional things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SO-InVh3pHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DRXAvpDsT74/s1600-h/disfunctional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255569499540137074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SO-InVh3pHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DRXAvpDsT74/s400/disfunctional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tagged to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt; things about myself.  Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I don't eat the tip or end of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt;.  I always throw those parts away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I haven't gone to bed with make up on my face more than maybe 3 times in my entire life.  I always wash my face before bed no matter what.  It is a must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I always sleep with earplugs in my ears.  I find the ringing of my ears soothing and the earplugs help me to concentrate on that noise so I can fall asleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I wear flip flops every single day of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I only wash my hair 2 times a week.  My hair looks better if it is a bit dirty.  I do shower everyday don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I sleep on top of pillows that are on top of my bed.  I'm talking my whole body sleeps on top of pillows.  We even have a pillow top bed.  The pillows also have to have the tag facing towards me feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag whoever reads this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6674923169509645528?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6674923169509645528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6674923169509645528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6674923169509645528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6674923169509645528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/dysfunctional-things-about-me.html' title='Dysfunctional things about me'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SO-InVh3pHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DRXAvpDsT74/s72-c/disfunctional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-5159740266020631519</id><published>2008-10-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:48:51.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need an attitude adjustment?</title><content type='html'>There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. "Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and had a wonderful day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "Hmm," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and had a fantastic day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a ponytail." So she did and had a really great day. The next day, she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I needed this story.  I'm not a glass 1/2 full type of gal these days.  I am more my glass is cracked and leaking.  I'm gonna try hard to switch up the ole attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-5159740266020631519?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5159740266020631519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=5159740266020631519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5159740266020631519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5159740266020631519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-attitude-adjustment.html' title='Need an attitude adjustment?'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8959008473616657503</id><published>2008-10-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:19:10.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you?  How many times is enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOTUlgP5EXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O4AhNbBtZ8g/s1600-h/thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556806197678450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOTUlgP5EXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O4AhNbBtZ8g/s400/thank+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read a blog about thank yous and it got me thinking. How many times do you have to say THANKS? I mean come on if you open a present in front of someone, you say you love it, THANK YOU SO MUCH, why is it considered rude if you don't send a follow up thank you card? Does the giver really need to be stroked that much? Another example: You go to lunch with someone, they pay, you say thanks, do you have to send a follow up? I have received a follow up. Okay how about this: You have a kids b-day party, they tell the other kid thanks for the present. Then how about this idea: The parent of the kid who gave the present send the mom of the kid whose birthday party it was a card saying "Thanks for spending a butt load of money on my kid and taking them off my hands for the afternoon. It was really great having the afternoon to myself". See where I am going with this? Instead, the stressed out mom who is now in the poor house from spending a butt load of money on a party now has to worry about thank you cards. And that means basically writing them out for your kid who is screaming at the table saying" I don't want to do this it's too hard " as they are looking at a stack of 20 cards to fill out. Do you blame them? I am all for a nice Thank You card but sometimes I think a verbal and a smile is just as good.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOTUeDwe5MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BfWBchLIWlw/s1600-h/thank+you+turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556678290662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOTUeDwe5MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BfWBchLIWlw/s400/thank+you+turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8959008473616657503?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8959008473616657503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8959008473616657503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8959008473616657503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8959008473616657503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-how-many-times-is-enough.html' title='Thank you?  How many times is enough?'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOTUlgP5EXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O4AhNbBtZ8g/s72-c/thank+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3823494387838570681</id><published>2008-09-30T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:24:58.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's b-day</title><content type='html'>So this is what Rachel is doing for her b-day.  I am getting off easy once again.  For the last 3 years we have been in California for Rachel's b-day.  It just so happens that her b-day is during fall break which means she always gets jipped out of a party.  It 's one of those things "We will have one when we get back home" and it never happens.  I forget, she forgets, blah, blah, blah.  So this year she hit me up for this concert.  Score!  If anyone wants to join us get a ticket and hop on board.  We will get some eats after the show.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOKl7RqdyqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yaZDvk7zojs/s1600-h/jonas+brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251942553239800482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOKl7RqdyqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yaZDvk7zojs/s400/jonas+brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets for this one-time only event are on sale now. The show isscheduled for Oct. 12. The Jonas Brothers -- featuring brothers Kevin, Joe and Nick -- will be the music headliners for Yamaguchi's annual Friends and Family ice show,which features Olympic and world-class skaters and their children. The showwill be nationally televised on NBC-TV at a date to be announced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3823494387838570681?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3823494387838570681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3823494387838570681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3823494387838570681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3823494387838570681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/rachels-b-day.html' title='Rachel&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOKl7RqdyqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yaZDvk7zojs/s72-c/jonas+brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1898197910638351940</id><published>2008-09-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:56:44.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chefs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOEW0QTfDeI/AAAAAAAAAco/3paz5YA-N0Y/s1600-h/aporens+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251503727476411874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOEW0QTfDeI/AAAAAAAAAco/3paz5YA-N0Y/s400/aporens+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOA0HoprcAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/zJOku1_nUtg/s1600-h/aprons.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are these the 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cutiest&lt;/span&gt; cooks in the world or what? How do you like the aprons? It makes cooking fun at our house! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lolo&lt;/span&gt; My brother and wife are to blame for these cute little things. My kids think they are funny and when Marc and I joke around and put them on they always are like "Please can you not wear those things. They are totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1898197910638351940?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1898197910638351940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1898197910638351940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1898197910638351940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1898197910638351940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-chefs.html' title='My Chefs!'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SOEW0QTfDeI/AAAAAAAAAco/3paz5YA-N0Y/s72-c/aporens+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3596412020839300138</id><published>2008-09-25T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:32:21.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNwo2U8r5DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WVk8-1rSl20/s1600-h/m_c76e578c700f5c87d9c6b74778106a63abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250116179408446514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNwo2U8r5DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WVk8-1rSl20/s400/m_c76e578c700f5c87d9c6b74778106a63abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excuse me but how did this happen?  I now have a teenager.  My sweet little Abby turned 13 today.  What's up with that?  I still feel like I'm 28 (that's how old I was when I had her.  You do the math)  I picked out the name Abby when I was about 17 years old.  I used to work at a daycare center and there was this little girl "Abby" that was as cute as can be.  She stole my heart and was one of my favs at the daycare.  I decided later that I wanted my own Abby.  I remember bugging Marc for a baby.  The old clock started ticking.  Marc was going to be starting law school and he did not have kids on his mind.  To shut me up he said okay we will try for 1 month.  If you get preggo great, if not you have to wait until I start my 2nd year of law school.  Boy, talk about pressure.  I had to be on target, there was no messing up this 1 month window.  Marc was serious.  Well, Abby didn't let me down.  I got pregnant during that 1 month period.  Marc about freaked out but it was a good thing.  I had Abby 3 weeks into Marc's 1st year of law school.  Oh, happy times!  Stressed out student and hormonal new mom.  Lucky I loved you Abby because it was a CRAZY time for me and your dad.  You are such a great kid, oops I mean YOUNG ADULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are 13 things I love about you:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. You are sweet and thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;2. You are fun to hang out with&lt;br /&gt;3. You listen to good music - the kind I like&lt;br /&gt;4. You are a great basketball player&lt;br /&gt;5. You are a really good sister&lt;br /&gt;6. You love ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;7. You are pretty&lt;br /&gt;8. I like the clothes you wear&lt;br /&gt;9. You are friendly to the underdog&lt;br /&gt;10. You take your grades seriously and don't slack - or should I say you take dad's threats of bad grades seriously&lt;br /&gt;11.  You love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;12.  You are good at playing instruments&lt;br /&gt;11.  You love to shop&lt;br /&gt;12.  You appreciate a good pedicure&lt;br /&gt;13.  You love your family and make sure all of us know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got an ABBY!&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3596412020839300138?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3596412020839300138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3596412020839300138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3596412020839300138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3596412020839300138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-got-teenager.html' title='I&apos;ve got a teenager'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNwo2U8r5DI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WVk8-1rSl20/s72-c/m_c76e578c700f5c87d9c6b74778106a63abby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8316367458532271413</id><published>2008-09-24T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:02:13.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have permission to shoot me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNqYIFj5iMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gvxDq6p7TVI/s1600-h/popcorn+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249675580352858306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNqYIFj5iMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gvxDq6p7TVI/s400/popcorn+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I spent all morning making.  You ask why?  Well, me, my sister and another lady are in charge of family dinner nights for the school.  What is that?  You organize with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to have your school come eat there and they will in return donate a profit from that night to your school.  So, we set it up at Wildflower bread company.  They are even going to let the teachers serve the food to our families.  How great is that?  Well, I guess not very great because I had a heck of a time getting staff to sign up.  I honestly don't blame them, but I thought I would try.  So when the sign up sheet wasn't filling up I promised a treat personally from me for their help.  Help arrived.  Thanks Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Czarniecki&lt;/span&gt;!  So, in return I spent my morning doing something nice for the staff who is doing something nice for me and the school.  I made this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt; corn.  This stuff is AWESOME!!!!  But is it worth the trouble?  For me the answer would be a big fat NO!  The downside of making this treat for me was : Popping my own popcorn.  ( I felt like I was Mrs. Cleaver), Burning 2 of my fingers, cleaning the sticky pans, and having it take 2 hours to make.  So I give you permission to shoot me if I ever say "Hey, I got this really great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; do you want me to make some?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8316367458532271413?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8316367458532271413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8316367458532271413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8316367458532271413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8316367458532271413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='You have permission to shoot me'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNqYIFj5iMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gvxDq6p7TVI/s72-c/popcorn+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-266665989290194478</id><published>2008-09-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:34:54.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocker Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNj-HyEHzjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T259AXkFwCk/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNj-HyEHzjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T259AXkFwCk/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224775351914034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It worked.  After an hour of being told how mean I was they got hungry.  8:00 they were being served dinner with a smile.  I was so happy I found something that worked.  I got what I wanted and they ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-266665989290194478?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/266665989290194478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=266665989290194478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/266665989290194478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/266665989290194478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/shocker-factor.html' title='Shocker Factor'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNj-HyEHzjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T259AXkFwCk/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4984378662015454785</id><published>2008-09-18T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:42:16.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia turns 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNKsksibSDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/k6g2ODFtidY/s1600-h/gymmeet+hospital+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNKsksibSDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/k6g2ODFtidY/s320/gymmeet+hospital+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247446262270871602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a bit on the late side getting this post done.  My little Amelia (mimi)turned 9 on September 6th.  Oh, I still remember going into labor with her.  We were staying at my sister's house getting ready to move into our new house.  I start getting the labor pain around 7:00 at night.  My sister, brother David, Abby and Josh just kept starring at me while I paced around the house.  Marc and his sisters were at my new house putting it together.  My sister in laws unpacked my boxes and set up my kitchen.  (still feel grateful for that one).  Anyways, I knew that Amelia would be coming soon so I wanted to get Josh to bed before I left for the hospital.  I am laying on my sister/husbands bed and my water breaks all over their nice bed.  Oh, I felt teriable.  High tailed it to the hospital and had a mesierable delievery.  Amelia was born at 6:41 am.  Even though it was a hard process getting her here she was the easiest baby out of all of them.  Amelia has grown up to be such a beautiful girl.  Here are 9 things I love about my 9 year old:&lt;br /&gt;1. She is so concerned with how other people are feeling.  Wants them to be happy.   (Well, everyone but her sibilings. lolo)&lt;br /&gt;2.  She is always willing to help me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;3.  She loves to cook with her dad.  I think that is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;4.  She is a great dancer and has such a passion for it.  I admire that.&lt;br /&gt;5.  She loves to shop, and has a great sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;6.  She is so much like me.  &lt;br /&gt;7.  She loves to have fun and can get a party going.&lt;br /&gt;8.  She is very sensative.&lt;br /&gt;9.  She loves her family and makes it a point for us all to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIMI YOU ROCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4984378662015454785?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4984378662015454785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4984378662015454785' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4984378662015454785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4984378662015454785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/amelia-turns-9.html' title='Amelia turns 9'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNKsksibSDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/k6g2ODFtidY/s72-c/gymmeet+hospital+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7714388062019957569</id><published>2008-09-16T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:54:49.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa????</title><content type='html'>.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNAbyU51b0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/3uyPrS-e-Js/s1600-h/grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246724117305323330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNAbyU51b0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/3uyPrS-e-Js/s400/grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Josh put this mask on at the store.  He looked so funny.  Lilly went up to him and said "Hi Grandpa".  The way she said it disturbed me.  She said it like it was really Grandpa.  Could she really be that clueless?  Let's hope not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7714388062019957569?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7714388062019957569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7714388062019957569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7714388062019957569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7714388062019957569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandpa.html' title='Grandpa????'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SNAbyU51b0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/3uyPrS-e-Js/s72-c/grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2514573598075915724</id><published>2008-09-13T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:10:02.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with Dino's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwovcOkr8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IkN1_SbPuEI/s1600-h/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245612461476065218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwovcOkr8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IkN1_SbPuEI/s400/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwonwcsnHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lN3IOuIXeYc/s1600-h/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245612329465060466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwonwcsnHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lN3IOuIXeYc/s400/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to go hang out with Josh, my sister and her son Wyatt last night.  It was so fun to have some time with just Josh.  He is a great date.  He was so happy to be with me.  He did a great job of making me feel like a million bucks.  I had spent all day in the ER with Abby for the 3rd time this week so I was feeling kind of down.  Abby is fine.  The cysts are just really painful and one of them is leaking blood and causing extra pain.  Anyways, back to my sweet Josh.  We had bought these tickets to see Walking with the Dinosaurs clear back in July.  It was a long time waiting for this fun filled night.  We didn't really know what to expect.  Look at the picture of the man by the Dino.  That gives you a better idea of how big these things were.  It was a really cool show.  It was fun to have time with Josh.  I just love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwoiew5XII/AAAAAAAAAbA/Yi17kPsASA0/s1600-h/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245612238818598018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwoiew5XII/AAAAAAAAAbA/Yi17kPsASA0/s400/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwodXwzgmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BI8GQTx9chs/s1600-h/IMG_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245612151039820386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwodXwzgmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BI8GQTx9chs/s400/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwoURntJ1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/9xYEPZs9yNQ/s1600-h/picture"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245611994772219730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwoURntJ1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/9xYEPZs9yNQ/s400/picture" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2514573598075915724?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2514573598075915724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2514573598075915724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2514573598075915724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2514573598075915724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/walking-with-dinos.html' title='Walking with Dino&apos;s'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMwovcOkr8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IkN1_SbPuEI/s72-c/IMG_2366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1179573490903575570</id><published>2008-09-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:14:28.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food handlers card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMqSfFISzsI/AAAAAAAAAao/d33lcIj0BlM/s1600-h/food+handler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165778676928194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMqSfFISzsI/AAAAAAAAAao/d33lcIj0BlM/s400/food+handler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMqSUWTv2jI/AAAAAAAAAag/HAVIMsqFhi4/s1600-h/imagesfood+handler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165594309810738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMqSUWTv2jI/AAAAAAAAAag/HAVIMsqFhi4/s400/imagesfood+handler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had to go get a food handler's card yesterday.  Rachel's gym is putting on a gymnastics meet and I am working the concessions.  We had to sign up for a committee and I thought this would be easiest.  I thought I can be friendly, take an order, and count money.  This is the committee for me.  So much for trying to take the easy way out.  I found out I had to get a food handler's card being on this committee since we will be serving hot food.  The real healthy stuff hot dogs, nachos, and popcorn.  You know real good food for the gymnasts let alone all of America.  Anyway, I went and took the test.  I must say I was a bit nervous.  I hadn't taken a test in awhile and I knew I couldn't cheat off someone else's test because they had a different test.  I sat down to take the test and I was floored to hear this lady on a microphone calling people up who had already taken the test.  She would say "Lupe such and such come up to the desk.  You failed, you missed 12.  Rob, you missed 5 come back tomorrow".  This was on a microphone where everyone would hear.  How embarrassing.  I felt bad for these people.  One lady even started crying.  So, this stressed me out a bit more.  How could I concentrate and remember the temperature chicken should be cooked to with this going on?  Needless to say I finished and I passed.  I really felt proud!  So now I get to sell hot dogs, nachos and other junk food at the gymnastic meet.  Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1179573490903575570?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1179573490903575570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1179573490903575570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1179573490903575570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1179573490903575570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-handlers-card.html' title='Food handlers card'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMqSfFISzsI/AAAAAAAAAao/d33lcIj0BlM/s72-c/food+handler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2684423030379908583</id><published>2008-09-10T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:37:22.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMgdn0Mqh9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jlDL1X2SCSw/s1600-h/gymmeet+hospital+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244474335936808914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMgdn0Mqh9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jlDL1X2SCSw/s320/gymmeet+hospital+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMgd2PvyD0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/_enuHSS2dho/s1600-h/gymmeet+hospital+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244474583850028866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMgd2PvyD0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/_enuHSS2dho/s320/gymmeet+hospital+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started Thursday when Abby got home from school.  She had a really bad stomach ache.  Not the throw up kind.  She went to bed woke up in the night with cramps and doubled over.  Gave her medicine and laid with her.  She got up went to school.  Still didn't feel great, but didn't want to miss school because of the homework factor.  Off and on all weekend of cramps.  She was at basketball tryouts Sunday morning and 15 minutes into the practice she just about fainted.  She was as white as a ghost, shaking, and couldn't see.  Of course of all weekends Marc was out of town.  I loaded up the kids and we headed to the ER.  My brother lives close to the hospital so I dropped off all of the other kids at his house.  My sister-in-law was so happy to see them.  She loves kids and girls because she doesn't have a girl.  They dealt with my crew while Abby and I went to the hospital.  Blood work, cat scans, x-rays and 9 hours later they say she has 2 cysts on her ovaries but it still could be appendix.  Okay so what do I do?  Give her pain meds and wait and see how she is tomorrow.  Marc had hopped on a plane to come home.  My sister had picked up my kids from my brothers and was playing mom to them.  She did homework with them, made treats for Amelia's class for her b-day, bathed the kids, washed hair, went to the store, packed lunches for the next day, and was still standing when we got home 9 hours later.  Does this girl ROCK or what?  Anyway, Monday - Abby was still in pain.  Took her to her pediatrician.  He sends her back to the ER.  Worried about appendix.  8 hours spent at ER.  Cat scans, blood work, ultra sound.  Doctor says"Give her pain meds and watch her".  Okay, what is the deal here?  We go to the OBYGN Tuesday.  They do an ultra sound then send up to see a surgeon.  He said the reason she is in so much pain is that one of the cysts is leaking blood and that is causing the pain.  Your abdominal wall does not like to have blood touch it.  It can cause tremendous pain.  Said to watch her, and she should start to feel better.  She is feeling better today.  Pretty crazy.  Is she going to have these every month?  Just have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2684423030379908583?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2684423030379908583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2684423030379908583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2684423030379908583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2684423030379908583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/abby.html' title='Abby'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMgdn0Mqh9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jlDL1X2SCSw/s72-c/gymmeet+hospital+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-854574702620889121</id><published>2008-09-05T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:15:20.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIB0TcD3uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GT1YFe8bEbM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+house+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242754914295471842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIB0TcD3uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GT1YFe8bEbM/s320/Mom%27s+house+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother has been in town from Austin visiting for the last week. It has been great having him around. We call him our Manny (male version of a nanny). It has been so great having an extra hand to help with homework, keep Lilly busy and tuck the kids in bed at night. While he has been here we took a day trip to see my mom and step dad in Payson. They finally finished building their "Dream house" and have moved in. Let me tell you these pictures don't do justice to being there. The first picture is the loft. Look at the ceiling. Is that crazy or what? It is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIBcvDy8XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XGktsY9g0ms/s1600-h/Mom%27s+house+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242754509393031538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIBcvDy8XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XGktsY9g0ms/s320/Mom%27s+house+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fire place in the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIBHipsCAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nhRecx3W-CI/s1600-h/Mom%27s+house+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242754145285048322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIBHipsCAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nhRecx3W-CI/s320/Mom%27s+house+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fit the whole house in the picture because of all the beautiful trees in front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIAzMXFUtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ucv8GTe7FsQ/s1600-h/Mom%27s+house+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242753795704050386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIAzMXFUtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ucv8GTe7FsQ/s320/Mom%27s+house+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kitchen. I would even cook if mine looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIAcNWCOaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hxcdqjJYl-k/s1600-h/Mom%27s+house+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242753400831097250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIAcNWCOaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hxcdqjJYl-k/s320/Mom%27s+house+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red thing to the side is their refrigerator. It is so cool. It looks like a piece of furniture. I am so happy that they are retired and living their dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-854574702620889121?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/854574702620889121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=854574702620889121' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/854574702620889121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/854574702620889121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/09/moms-house.html' title='Mom&apos;s house'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SMIB0TcD3uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GT1YFe8bEbM/s72-c/Mom%27s+house+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6187396168936437093</id><published>2008-08-24T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:46:19.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think this is really true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SLHQ2H3VIpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Izf3SZOSd2k/s1600-h/headless+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238197469851230866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SLHQ2H3VIpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Izf3SZOSd2k/s320/headless+chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.live.com/results.aspx?q=Headless+chicken+Mike&amp;amp;form=MSNIIT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rooster lived for 18 months after having its head chopped off?&lt;br /&gt;Strange but true. A &lt;a href="http://search.live.com/results.aspx?q=Lloyd+Olsen+and+Mike+the+headless+chicken&amp;amp;form=MSNIIT" target="_new"&gt;farmer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://search.live.com/results.aspx?q=Fruita%2C+Colorado&amp;amp;form=MSNIIT" target="_new"&gt;Fruita, Colo.&lt;/a&gt;, thought he was just putting dinner on the table when he picked up an axe and beheaded one of his chickens. What happened next became the stuff of legend: The headless rooster bobbed and weaved back to the henhouse and lived for 18 more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animal, later &lt;a href="http://adventure.howstuffworks.com/roadside-statues4.htm?dcitc=w01-109-ag-0002" target="_new"&gt;dubbed Mike and celebrated with a festival&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.miketheheadlesschicken.org/" target="_new"&gt;Web sites&lt;/a&gt; and various magazine articles, survived because the blade missed his &lt;a href="http://search.live.com/results.aspx?q=Jugular+vein&amp;amp;form=MSNIIT" target="_new"&gt;jugular vein&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://search.live.com/results.aspx?q=Blood+clot&amp;amp;form=MSNIIT" target="_new"&gt;clot&lt;/a&gt; prevented him from bleeding to death. The axe blow landed high enough that most of the chicken's brain stem and one ear remained intact. Mike was fed and watered by inserting an eyedropper directly into his gullet. Sadly, he later choked to death in a motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residents of Fruita remember Mike as "a big fat chicken who didn't know he didn't have a head." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6187396168936437093?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6187396168936437093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6187396168936437093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6187396168936437093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6187396168936437093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-think-this-is-really-true.html' title='Do you think this is really true?'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SLHQ2H3VIpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Izf3SZOSd2k/s72-c/headless+chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1163405838938680030</id><published>2008-08-24T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:36:58.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra points for the hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SLHB5nD3KBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_EX14ER-4ZU/s1600-h/massage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238181037090482194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SLHB5nD3KBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_EX14ER-4ZU/s320/massage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chandler Arizona Hand &amp;amp; Stone Massage Spa&lt;br /&gt;Address:2875 W. Ray Road Suite 8 Chandler, AZ 85224&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone:(480) 899-9930Fax: 480-899-9931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location:101 &amp;amp; Ray Road (Southeast corner) in the Whole Foods shopping center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet hubby surprised me with a massage this weekend. Just what this old body needed. Training for this race (not until Jan.) is really hard work when you are starting from scratch. Marc believes in me and supports me beyond belief. So, he felt like my body needed some extra attention for the miles I have been putting on it. Anyways, he sent me the Hand and Stone Massage Spa right off of Ray and the 101. They are running a special for $39.00 bucks for a 50 minute massage. Go treat yourself to this. For those of you who have kids at BBS it makes it real easy and close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1163405838938680030?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1163405838938680030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1163405838938680030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1163405838938680030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1163405838938680030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/extra-points-for-hubby.html' title='Extra points for the hubby'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SLHB5nD3KBI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_EX14ER-4ZU/s72-c/massage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3923768144642461100</id><published>2008-08-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:14:13.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my pictures we had done on my b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://piedpiperphoto.com/"&gt;http://piedpiperphoto.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the website&lt;br /&gt;Go to clients, where it says password put:  pulsiferfam2008&lt;br /&gt;They will only be posted for a week.  Tell me your thoughts.  Ignore the picture of Marc and I on the bench.  That is just plain scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3923768144642461100?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3923768144642461100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3923768144642461100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3923768144642461100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3923768144642461100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-out-my-pictures-we-had-done-on-my.html' title='Check out my pictures we had done on my b-day'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8023334325110649608</id><published>2008-08-19T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:22:15.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKqQfVIbwMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BUBR1fMFG2g/s1600-h/5d2be898-b40f-486f-b5f8-058ecbfc6a77_hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236156384694485186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKqQfVIbwMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BUBR1fMFG2g/s320/5d2be898-b40f-486f-b5f8-058ecbfc6a77_hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JERUSALEM - Arava the disabled turtle is using her new set of wheels to get around in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;Officials at the Jerusalem Biblical Zoo say the 10-year-old spurred tortoise has begun mating since being fitted with a custom skateboard to overcome paralysis of her hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;The 55-pound turtle is unable to move herself forward with her front legs alone. So the zoo's staff built her a metal board with two wheels that can be strapped to her stomach. Arava arrived in Jerusalem a few months ago from a petting zoo in southern Israel with the unexplained handicap, and found no reptile romance. Zoo curator Shmulik Yedvad says it's not that Arava has come out of her shell with her unique new wheelchair, but that a particularly amorous 10-year-old male has been after her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8023334325110649608?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8023334325110649608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8023334325110649608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8023334325110649608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8023334325110649608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air.....'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKqQfVIbwMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BUBR1fMFG2g/s72-c/5d2be898-b40f-486f-b5f8-058ecbfc6a77_hmedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3297266851080716871</id><published>2008-08-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:40:16.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vault</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c37e45680e2896" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07c37e45680e2896%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331441886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D288EC221BF46C8FDEA4558E7572F6BFD8570DB07.324BE6A6C6C175A42515322630FC96964854B63B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c37e45680e2896%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXBbGHlYVnL9yD4zgVc6GfS6cjAw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07c37e45680e2896%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331441886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D288EC221BF46C8FDEA4558E7572F6BFD8570DB07.324BE6A6C6C175A42515322630FC96964854B63B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c37e45680e2896%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXBbGHlYVnL9yD4zgVc6GfS6cjAw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here is her first vault.  Her second go at it was better but I haven't mastered the camera yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3297266851080716871?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c37e45680e2896&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3297266851080716871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3297266851080716871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3297266851080716871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3297266851080716871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/vault.html' title='Vault'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-609685289100654651</id><published>2008-08-16T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:24:55.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel warming up on the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a4d5419422dd2e14" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4d5419422dd2e14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331441886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D593BBB8738C3554A9D7FF28E68D8BE6EAE0F3A2F.798B25FF3ACA489CE508ACA5B59470BEB93140C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4d5419422dd2e14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjLPxZNNZmLS7jrGTVo-8AKepjWw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4d5419422dd2e14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331441886%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D593BBB8738C3554A9D7FF28E68D8BE6EAE0F3A2F.798B25FF3ACA489CE508ACA5B59470BEB93140C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4d5419422dd2e14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjLPxZNNZmLS7jrGTVo-8AKepjWw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here is Rachel warming up for her meet today.  This meet was just a meet against her other team mates to help prepare them for the upcoming meets against other gyms.  She is getting excited and nervous for this upcoming year.  She has never competed on the team before.  She is the youngest one on level  5 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-609685289100654651?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a4d5419422dd2e14&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/609685289100654651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=609685289100654651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/609685289100654651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/609685289100654651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/rachel-warming-up-on-floor.html' title='Rachel warming up on the floor'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8717498612913520591</id><published>2008-08-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:43:58.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be depression?</title><content type='html'>I am at the end of my rope.  I just need to have a bitch session with myself here on the old blog.  I am counting on all of my loyal readers to leave me an uplifting response in hopes I will snap out of it.  It all started in July when the housing market crashed and we decided we couldn't move to our new house that was built in Fulton Ranch.  It was my dream house.  6 bedrooms, den, basement, 7 bathrooms, big kitchen and the list goes on.  We lost 32k on the deal.  When we backed out and signed the paper work saying we were walking away the paper work actually said that they would be donating our losses to a charity.  Okay, I'm charity.  So anyways most of you probably didn't even know we were going to move that is why I tried to not show my tears when it blew up.  Marc and I decided okay who needs a house that big.  Let's stay put and do some remodeling to our house.  We met with interior designers, contractor, flooring over about a 2 month period.  Got ready to go for it and we found out the credit line on our house has been pulled because of the decline in the market.  SLAM in the face once again.  Some other things have back fired too, but I gotta keep some things personal.  I am feeling defeated!  I feel depressed.  I have a great life but still feel so down.  Why does that happen?  Do I expect too much?  I feel like there is not enough of me to go around.  I feel like a robot.  I get up make breakfast, pack lunches, take kids to school, hang with Lilly, do errands, pick kids up from school, take kids to activities, make dinner,pick up kids the last kid up from activities at 7:45 at night.  Come home, eat dinner, do homework, then go to bed.  Repeat Monday-Friday.  Who wants my life?  Any takers?  Oh, I almost forgot you get to love your husband a couple of times a week before you go to bed.  I know that is a plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8717498612913520591?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8717498612913520591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8717498612913520591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8717498612913520591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8717498612913520591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/could-it-be-depression.html' title='Could it be depression?'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3108775626954842435</id><published>2008-08-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:14:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKMiRvkj0RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XR5X0egSios/s1600-h/fight+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234064880157577490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKMiRvkj0RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XR5X0egSios/s320/fight+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKMiMJ1Ib1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/iLfsrT6Y7U0/s1600-h/fight+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234064784127192914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKMiMJ1Ib1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/iLfsrT6Y7U0/s320/fight+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was Lilly and her cousin Savanna's first dance class.  Lilly was so excited to start class that last night she got her dance bag all packed and ready to go.  Unfortunately that excitement turned to nerves today.  On the way to dance she kept telling me she had a fever and was sick.  She thought that  maybe next week she would start.  I told her the teacher wouldn't mind if she was sick.  She then said that the teacher is not going to like the way Savanna dances and she is going to get busted.  (Whatever Lilly.  Ms. Queen of hip-hop)  Once we got there and she saw Savanna she was good to go.  We were able to watch them through a 2 way mirror.  Needless to say we got a good laugh.   I hope they continue to have fun and Lilly won't try to boss Savanna around too much in class.  I think Lilly thinks she is Savanna's personal teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3108775626954842435?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3108775626954842435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3108775626954842435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3108775626954842435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3108775626954842435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance-class.html' title='Dance class'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKMiRvkj0RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XR5X0egSios/s72-c/fight+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-463631531477842253</id><published>2008-08-11T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:45:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWVK75shI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zWhbmoJvwY8/s1600-h/cutting+board+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233348057461535250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWVK75shI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zWhbmoJvwY8/s320/cutting+board+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWI7c_lOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_yapaAwvJu8/s1600-h/cutting+board+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233347847146935522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWI7c_lOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_yapaAwvJu8/s320/cutting+board+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWARtCFZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1AwgGen9wbg/s1600-h/cutting+board+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233347698500965778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWARtCFZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1AwgGen9wbg/s320/cutting+board+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCV3rpFc6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/GBkuyG1HJcY/s1600-h/cutting+board+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233347550844908450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCV3rpFc6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/GBkuyG1HJcY/s320/cutting+board+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCVvvx_crI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AzXVGiOIB8s/s1600-h/cutting+board+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233347414517052082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCVvvx_crI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AzXVGiOIB8s/s320/cutting+board+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mom's group from school had a scrapbooking weekend/b-day celebration for someone turning 40. This mom's group has been going strong for about 7 years now. (I think) Anyone is welcome to join as long as you have a kid. Your husband can be your kid if need be. We all know that the hubby can be as much work as an infant. So, we all met up Friday night at the resort where we were staying. Everyone was split up with 2 or 3 mom's to a room. In my room it was me, my sister and Brenda. So of course the welcome party took place in our room.  For some reason my sister and I can get a party going.  Go figure.  Maybe it's the boob job we both have?   All in all it was a fun weekend. Saturday we had massages, celebrated a b-day and ate dinner at the Cheesecake factory. Sunday was a day of relaxing in the morning and then to conquer my 4 mile run. I am still training for the race in January. Haven't given up yet. It is always fun to come home to a house of people who are happy to have you home. I love everyone yelling "MOM"S HOME!!!! ALRIGHT!!!!" and seeing Marc have a sign of relief come across his face. The kids were excited to see the scrapbooking pages I made for them. Too bad I forgot to scrapbook any. Oh well, next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-463631531477842253?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/463631531477842253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=463631531477842253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/463631531477842253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/463631531477842253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/scrapbooking-weekend.html' title='Scrapbooking weekend'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SKCWVK75shI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zWhbmoJvwY8/s72-c/cutting+board+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6147848177171545290</id><published>2008-08-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:23:53.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can live without this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJxyVZO4C3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ofe67lEzD5M/s1600-h/dad%27s+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232182578973772658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJxyVZO4C3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ofe67lEzD5M/s400/dad%27s+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the kids want to get Marc for his b-day.  First of all, how did they even find this thing on the Internet?  I mean who googles i-pod and toilets?  I guess that would be my kids.  But, they said since dad spends so much time in the bathroom he would probably really like this thing.  Just put your i-pod on the dock and have tunes while you take care of business.  This will be the best b-day Marc will ever have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6147848177171545290?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6147848177171545290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6147848177171545290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6147848177171545290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6147848177171545290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-can-live-without-this.html' title='Who can live without this?'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJxyVZO4C3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ofe67lEzD5M/s72-c/dad%27s+b-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3327061515583402646</id><published>2008-08-07T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:11:22.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some toothpicks</title><content type='html'>So does anyone have some toothpicks I can use for my eyes to keep them open?  I don't know why I can't stay asleep at night.  I have tried taking Benadryl, ambien, midol, and Tylenol pm and I still wake up around 3:30 in the morning.  I get up and check e-mails, sometimes do a load of laundry, write down my to do list and whatever else needs to be done.  I stay up for a couple of hours then crash on the couch at around 6:00am until 7:30 when the kids get up for school.  I don't know if I just like having the peace and quiet and time to myself so my body automatically gets up or what.  Any ideas or suggestions would be great.  Today I went and roller bladed at 4:45 in the morning.  It actually felt really nice outside.  It was great to get the exercising out of the way but I am so tired and it is only 9:00 in the morning.  I hope Lilly is okay babysitting me today.  I promise to take a nap for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3327061515583402646?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3327061515583402646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3327061515583402646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3327061515583402646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3327061515583402646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-some-toothpicks.html' title='I need some toothpicks'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-92319859884858067</id><published>2008-08-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:31.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allsion DuBois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiF4BOwYoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/icXunbWmamA/s1600-h/allison+dubois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078164640326274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiF4BOwYoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/icXunbWmamA/s320/allison+dubois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DuBois&lt;/span&gt; the physic medium was on the radio yesterday.  I was lucky enough to get through the phone lines to ask her a question.  I asked "We are thinking about doing some home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;renovations to our home&lt;/span&gt; do you think that is a good idea".  Her response in a nut shell was this:  I think you should wait 6 months.  You are going to have an expense come up in November so you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to have some money for that.  (that sucks) but after that go for it.  It would be good.  I see that you are using a family members friend for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;renovation&lt;/span&gt; (which we were) she said you need to not use this person.  He is trying to suck you dry of your money.  She said that his work would not be worth what he was charging. &lt;br /&gt;The thing that is interesting about what she said is that this guy we were using tried to charge us $800.00 for a doggie door to be installed.  The doggie door only cost 329.00 but he called the company that was installing it and asked if they would charge us $800.00 and then cut him a check for the remainder since he set up the appoitment.  Go figure.  I will keep you posted with this so called "Expense" in November.  You may see us on the streets and homeless. &lt;br /&gt;Marc thinks this Allison lady is whack!  Let's see if he changes his tune in November&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-92319859884858067?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/92319859884858067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=92319859884858067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/92319859884858067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/92319859884858067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/allsion-dubois.html' title='Allsion DuBois'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiF4BOwYoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/icXunbWmamA/s72-c/allison+dubois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7920679033671770775</id><published>2008-08-05T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:31.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Stud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiDMUc_3CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6vRlgexW-rE/s1600-h/soccer+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231075214862834722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiDMUc_3CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6vRlgexW-rE/s320/soccer+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before and after pictures of my stud Josh.  Gotta love the nice red rosie checks and sweat filled shirt.  You know he had a hard workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiDSckrbRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/40gGiOld4Hs/s1600-h/soccer+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231075320121748754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiDSckrbRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/40gGiOld4Hs/s320/soccer+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7920679033671770775?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7920679033671770775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7920679033671770775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7920679033671770775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7920679033671770775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/soccer-stud.html' title='Soccer Stud'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJiDMUc_3CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6vRlgexW-rE/s72-c/soccer+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2382624593692048142</id><published>2008-08-03T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:31.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo-Lo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZV9yB3okI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WQnvpSFglpA/s1600-h/lolos_front_building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230462537127404098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZV9yB3okI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WQnvpSFglpA/s320/lolos_front_building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it to Lo-Lo's this weekend after the basketball game for some celebrating. It was worth the wait. This place had it going on! If you are into waffles and fried chicken you would think you died and went to Heaven. This place was crazy good. Plus no fighting or complaining going on from the kids. They all love waffles, chicken, mac and cheese and all of the other artery blocking foods they offer. They even have red kool-aid to boot. Plan on going straight home after you eat. You will need to unbutton your top pant button and lay down. You will feel like you are in a coma state of mind. Be careful driving home. Oh, by the way it is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZVSX9IQYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Kq7GQi2_VSY/s1600-h/lolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230461791393825154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZVSX9IQYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Kq7GQi2_VSY/s400/lolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZVeL8dqLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZYbW7qZjvPY/s1600-h/lolo%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230461994328238258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZVeL8dqLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZYbW7qZjvPY/s400/lolo%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2382624593692048142?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2382624593692048142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2382624593692048142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2382624593692048142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2382624593692048142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/lo-los.html' title='Lo-Lo&apos;s'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZV9yB3okI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WQnvpSFglpA/s72-c/lolos_front_building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8306913337706550996</id><published>2008-08-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:32.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZRYZekPCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VKVpvbO6Pko/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230457496835210274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZRYZekPCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VKVpvbO6Pko/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Abby had a basketball tournament all weekend long. We are talking Friday night game at 8:00 pm, 3 games on Saturday and 1 on Sunday. Mind you the games were played at Grand Canyon Community College. Not close at all but worth it. Her team WON the Championship! They played great. It is so fun to watch. These girls are really amazing. They can drive to the hole, screen and roll, and still look pretty doing it. They had a professional photographer at the tournament and these were taken of Abby. Is she beautiful or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8306913337706550996?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8306913337706550996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8306913337706550996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8306913337706550996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8306913337706550996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/08/abbys-tournament.html' title='Abby&apos;s tournament'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJZRYZekPCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VKVpvbO6Pko/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7278077866428422411</id><published>2008-07-31T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:32.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know she is a peanut but come on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ3WEYPnbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WqNNnr_ayok/s1600-h/gymnastic+outfit+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229373338346823090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ3WEYPnbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WqNNnr_ayok/s320/gymnastic+outfit+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ2q5g5FyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vNq8I5zJuDs/s1600-h/gymnastic+outfit+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229372596695930658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ2q5g5FyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vNq8I5zJuDs/s320/gymnastic+outfit+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rachel just got her team leo for gymnastics. This thing would fit a build a bear. Here's the proof. I mean I know they like to have their gymnasts small but this small?? Let's hope she doesn't grow. I guess she will be eating air for dinner and drinking water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ4oI4z8PI/AAAAAAAAAWg/BoYLotBtDNc/s1600-h/gymnastic+outfit+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229374748306436338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ4oI4z8PI/AAAAAAAAAWg/BoYLotBtDNc/s320/gymnastic+outfit+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good thing these leo's stretch. Doesn't she look cute? Let's pray that it doesn't rip during a meet. That would be the end of gymnastics for her. She would never show her face again. But I will be sure to have the video camera with me in case it ever does.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;America's home funny video would be getting a copy and I would be laughing all the way to the bank with my winning check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7278077866428422411?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7278077866428422411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7278077866428422411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7278077866428422411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7278077866428422411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-she-is-peanut-but-come-on.html' title='I know she is a peanut but come on!'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJJ3WEYPnbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WqNNnr_ayok/s72-c/gymnastic+outfit+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-21526733011960394</id><published>2008-07-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:33.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJCfec9JdyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oyI8RPJ8NlU/s1600-h/back+to+school+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228854512894703394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJCfec9JdyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oyI8RPJ8NlU/s320/back+to+school+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJCfWuF4fYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SWLBmjJJ-Y4/s1600-h/back+to+school+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228854380055788930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJCfWuF4fYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SWLBmjJJ-Y4/s320/back+to+school+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly has adapted well to the kids being back in school. Everyday last year we would take the kids to school and then she would come home and eat breakfast. She loves to get out her tray and eat on the couch and watch t.v.. Last year almost daily she would have a frozen burrito for breakfast. This year so far it has been waffles and a Popsicle. I asked her if she missed the kids "No, they are so noisy and annoying". There you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-21526733011960394?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/21526733011960394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=21526733011960394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/21526733011960394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/21526733011960394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/couch-time.html' title='Couch time'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SJCfec9JdyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oyI8RPJ8NlU/s72-c/back+to+school+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-341372078300469950</id><published>2008-07-27T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:34.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get away in Tucson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0Jy82302I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JRu67jiiSgk/s1600-h/trip+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227845513381401442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0Jy82302I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JRu67jiiSgk/s400/trip+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0IX75O90I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hrFp0yf9lyQ/s1600-h/imagestucson+resort2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227843949754775362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0IX75O90I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hrFp0yf9lyQ/s400/imagestucson+resort2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0ICVSWMjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-x6s54r9IrE/s1600-h/imagestucson+resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227843578613871154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0ICVSWMjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-x6s54r9IrE/s400/imagestucson+resort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel had a gymnastics meet in Tucson on Saturday so we decided to make a trip out of it. We headed to Tucson Friday afternoon to stay the night at Loews &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ventana&lt;/span&gt; Resort. We were loving life when we pulled up. It was nice outside, and everything was so green. We got checked into our room and then off to explore. We decided to eat at the restaurant by the pool. It was fun to watch the girls act so grown up. No fits or fighting. They were on great behavior. I think they were picking up on the vibe around us. They could tell that all of the adults there were on a weekend get away from their kids.  After dinner we went back to the room. The girls couldn't wait to get into the bathtub. This thing was huge!  All three girls were able to lay all the way down and not even touch each other. There was a flat screen t.v. in the bathroom so we cranked that on and they were happy as can be. They laid in the bubble bath and watched t.v. for almost an hour. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227851803453504914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0PhFM7PZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EItU2NKJdSw/s320/trip+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0PZlD8CLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KjM0yv89Qf8/s1600-h/trip+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227851674566789298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0PZlD8CLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KjM0yv89Qf8/s320/trip+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big storm rolled in. We are talking lighting, thunder and pouring rain. We had a great balcony that we watched the storm from. The next day we had breakfast, the girls fed the fish in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; pond, and then we were off to the meet. The meet was for a program that Rachel is in called "TOPS". Only your coach can choose you to be in this program. The meets are based on strength ,agility and speed. It's weird but nobody can watch the meet except all of the coaches from the competing teams and the judges. It is a pretty big deal. We should have Rachel's results this next week. They compare the girls nation wide to rank where they stand. If you are in the top for your age you can make the National team. What does that mean? No clue. I thought if we ever get to that point I will find out. No need to add one more thing on my plate to stress out about. All in all we had a fun little girls weekend. Don't cry for Abby and Josh. Marc took them to see Batman at the Imax and they had a quiet house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0Qk8F5PFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vEXOxRV5MSw/s1600-h/trip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227852969239198802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0Qk8F5PFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vEXOxRV5MSw/s320/trip+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0WGHILsqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1CaiDrG2ulk/s1600-h/trip+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227859036695409314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0WGHILsqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1CaiDrG2ulk/s320/trip+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-341372078300469950?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/341372078300469950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=341372078300469950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/341372078300469950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/341372078300469950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-away-in-tucson.html' title='Get away in Tucson'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SI0Jy82302I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JRu67jiiSgk/s72-c/trip+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-9145649544124564230</id><published>2008-07-25T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:34.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday- And I will cry if I want too</title><content type='html'>Thank heavens my b-day came and went. Didn't really deliver like last year. Let's see it started off with me not wanting the present Marc had for me in the morning. (you can imagine what that would be-he is a typical guy). Then I decided to go workout to clear my head - not so easy to do. I think the kids called me at least 5 times while I was on the treadmill. I know they were emergency calls "What can I have to eat?, Rachel took my place on the couch., What are we going to do today when you get home?, and What are we having for dinner?" Needless to say the workout only stressed me out more. I cranked to treadmill to level 6 and sprinted for what seemed like forever. I think there was smoke coming out of the treadmill by this point. Made it home to iron the clothes for our family picture session. That is what I wanted for me b-day. I scheduled the gal to come over and do pictures. She is awesome. Check out her site. &lt;a href="http://piedpiperphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://piedpiperphoto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures seemed to go as well as can be expected. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; someone started to act up I just said "Don't do this to your mom on her b-day". That seemed to shut them up pretty fast. Now, granted we were outside and things were heating up. I hope when we get the proofs back it doesn't look like a bunch of people sweating with red faces. We will see. After she left Marc said he didn't vision the night going like that. Then Josh was like "Dad the only vision you have is a glass of wine at 7:00". I was cracking up. Now, Marc is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alcholic&lt;/span&gt; by any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;streach&lt;/span&gt; of the means, just likes his heart juice a couple times a week. It really does help with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cholesteral&lt;/span&gt;.  On to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hannan&lt;/span&gt; Montana cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn9DU6LPwI/AAAAAAAAATY/w0b3l14vF3M/s1600-h/b-day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226987076134321922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn9DU6LPwI/AAAAAAAAATY/w0b3l14vF3M/s400/b-day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they were singing the tears started flowing. Too much to handle that day. Of course the kids were like "Don't cry mom, 41 isn't that old. I mean just think you could be turning 45", plus you use that good face lotion to hide your wrinkles so you look even better." Gotta love the kids for lifting you up. By this time it is getting late. I head upstairs to lay down and recap the day. An hour later this is what is going on. Mind you it is 11:00 at night on Wednesday. Boy, we are really going to be ready for the school schedule next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-rTVfrDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D_KRFIyfGs8/s1600-h/b-day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988862418431026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-rTVfrDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D_KRFIyfGs8/s200/b-day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-jiSgnRI/AAAAAAAAATw/H_2vAUL0HiI/s1600-h/b-day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988728993488146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-jiSgnRI/AAAAAAAAATw/H_2vAUL0HiI/s200/b-day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-bDOY4uI/AAAAAAAAATo/VbNnL3tq-Rc/s1600-h/b-day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988583215751906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-bDOY4uI/AAAAAAAAATo/VbNnL3tq-Rc/s200/b-day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-TEL9fgI/AAAAAAAAATg/-jRRzvWVUkU/s1600-h/b-day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988446035049986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn-TEL9fgI/AAAAAAAAATg/-jRRzvWVUkU/s200/b-day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all who the h#ll is Amelia talking to on the phone at this time of night? Secondly, look at Marc's pj's. BBS shirt. I think he wears that to bed to have funky dreams. How could you not with that throw back shirt. Thirdly, the beds are empty. Nobody is in bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fourthly&lt;/span&gt;, Abby and Josh are on the computer. I think I am failing as a mom. No, that's not the word. I think I am just enjoying the last bit of summer break. These are the times the kids will remember.&lt;br /&gt;So, recap of my b-day - I am glad that it won't be here for another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-9145649544124564230?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/9145649544124564230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=9145649544124564230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/9145649544124564230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/9145649544124564230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-and-i-will-cry-if-i-want.html' title='My birthday- And I will cry if I want too'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIn9DU6LPwI/AAAAAAAAATY/w0b3l14vF3M/s72-c/b-day+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3807872184661848940</id><published>2008-07-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:34.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post from my sweet sister</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, July 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2910950595562407253"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My sister posted this about me on her blog and I loved it.  I wanted to add it to my blog because I am having my blog for the year converted into a book for keepsakes.  But feel free to post something nice about me.  ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadeandlaura.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAl8T-5YPAc/SIbJvqA3A3I/AAAAAAAAA3s/WXu0R5-Pvso/s1600-h/pfam11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAl8T-5YPAc/SIbJv2qR1GI/AAAAAAAAA30/Wpckv2yKKqY/s1600-h/pfam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to my best friend and sister. Chrissy is the funniest person I know. One time sticks out in my head the most. We were scrap booking late one night at Recollections and she was p.m.s.ing and not in a creative mood. She packed up and was getting ready to leave early. One of our friends asked if they would like someone to walk her to her car. Chrissy's reply " I dare someone to try to rape me."She is the glue that holds our family together too. She is always in the know of what is going on with everyone's life. I remember when her youngest daughter Lilly was in the hospital for RSV. She was admitted around 9 in the morning and by 9:15 every family member and close friend had been called. Her husband was like, "isn't there anything else you should be doing besides being on the phone with everyone?" She just said, "I would want to know if someone I loved was sick". Chrissy is always mindful of how others may feel and has never let a relationship fail for lack of communication or endurance.Because of these qualities she has always been popular and the life of any party. She was the cheerleader in school who dated the older guys, always knew where the parties were, worked at MGA (before it was Guess?), talked on the phone at all hours (sometimes with an Australian or French accent)....but was never too cool to hang out with her sister that was 9 years younger. I remember going everywhere with my sister and I never felt unwanted. The only fight that I remember us getting into is when I was a sophomore in high school and she was in college. I was making fun of her not doing cheer her senior year because she wasn't "good enough". I knew this was a sore spot because she really was the best cheerleader but didn't get along with the coach. So Chrissy took her big circle k big gulp of diet coke and dumped it on my head. That is seriously the only time I can remember us getting upset with each other.She is also the most popular at BBS too. I love having our kids go to the same school, because we get special treatment being related to the Pulisfers. Chrissy served as PTA president for two years, teacher's appreciation committee, worn the bright yellow safety jacket to direct all the car pool moms, has 5 beautiful children that are in a million activities, loves to run, go to concerts, scrapbook, go to movies alone and countless other qualities that I can only strive for. There is no one else in this world that I love more than my sis!Happy birthday&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAl8T-5YPAc/SIbJv4jKMvI/AAAAAAAAA38/5_nsZxw4G7o/s1600-h/pfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3807872184661848940?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3807872184661848940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3807872184661848940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3807872184661848940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3807872184661848940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-from-my-sweet-sister.html' title='A post from my sweet sister'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6991717143058585547</id><published>2008-07-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:35.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc covers his bases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIaJ-agx30I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rzJS_juM_Lc/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226016122971742018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIaJ-agx30I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rzJS_juM_Lc/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this beautiful flower arragement sent to me from Marc for my birthday.  Lucky for me or maybe him that one of his clients owns a flower shop.  Marc is always so good about sending me flowers for almost every holiday. (It helps that he trades out legal work for credit at the flower shop)  It's funny because he always sends them the day before the holiday or my birthday.  I think he is so scared that if he waits until the exact day to send them they might not come for some sort of reason and then he is screwed.  I guess you can say I have trained him well.  The witch will not be out tomorrow.  I'm sure she will be back on her broom in the next couple of days.  WATCH OUT KIDS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6991717143058585547?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6991717143058585547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6991717143058585547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6991717143058585547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6991717143058585547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/marc-covers-his-bases.html' title='Marc covers his bases'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIaJ-agx30I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rzJS_juM_Lc/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4921361501160390070</id><published>2008-07-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:35.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEVGOcAKI/AAAAAAAAATI/Jdm2et5AUzk/s1600-h/CALIFORNIA+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225798809360793762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEVGOcAKI/AAAAAAAAATI/Jdm2et5AUzk/s400/CALIFORNIA+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just got back from our trip to California. We had a blast. Who couldn't in great weather? We didn't do anything but bum around. Went to the beach almost everyday to sit and do nothing. The girls and I went and had a shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; day which always does wonders for me. We had pedicures and pampering on another day. Josh thought it was pathetic that we would waste our time doing those sorts of things but as he put it "Hey, whatever makes you girls happy". I think he learned that line from Marc. Marc took Josh our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; on our shopping day. The boys had fun doing boy things. All in all it was fun and can't wait to go back during fall break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEMZeaNFI/AAAAAAAAATA/c9lMpJZRfV8/s1600-h/CALIFORNIA+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225798659909235794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEMZeaNFI/AAAAAAAAATA/c9lMpJZRfV8/s400/CALIFORNIA+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEFehdqzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bz5od2iORGc/s1600-h/CALIFORNIA+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225798541005138738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEFehdqzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bz5od2iORGc/s400/CALIFORNIA+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXD-UwUCfI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZQyDzIHhPGQ/s1600-h/CALIFORNIA+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225798418123983346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXD-UwUCfI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZQyDzIHhPGQ/s400/CALIFORNIA+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4921361501160390070?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4921361501160390070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4921361501160390070' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4921361501160390070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4921361501160390070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-just-got-back-from-our-trip-to.html' title='California'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SIXEVGOcAKI/AAAAAAAAATI/Jdm2et5AUzk/s72-c/CALIFORNIA+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3289495993612370786</id><published>2008-07-12T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:36.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKSxYTkGI/AAAAAAAAASg/5uYj51QQg0Q/s1600-h/jonas+brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222146191777828962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKSxYTkGI/AAAAAAAAASg/5uYj51QQg0Q/s400/jonas+brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Jonas Brothers last night.  I was surprised at how talented those boys are.  It wasn't as bad as what I thought it would be.  I can see how teenage girls would dig them.  It was outside and boy was it hot.  We got there at 4:30 and they didn't even let us in until close to 6:00.  We were so sweaty and gross by the time it started.  It was fun to watch the girls sing and dance to the music.  Oh, I remember those days so long ago when I had no cares.  The concert ended close to 11:00.  We stopped by 7-11 and got our free slurpee and headed home.  We are off to California today for a week.  Can't wait to get on the beach and chill.  Have a great week!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKLZtyUMI/AAAAAAAAASY/hcxCldoqo8E/s1600-h/jobro3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222146065166389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKLZtyUMI/AAAAAAAAASY/hcxCldoqo8E/s400/jobro3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKEepyNaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jiwWc0UGOGk/s1600-h/jobro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKEepyNaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jiwWc0UGOGk/s1600-h/jobro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222145946232698274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKEepyNaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jiwWc0UGOGk/s400/jobro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3289495993612370786?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3289495993612370786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3289495993612370786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3289495993612370786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3289495993612370786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHjKSxYTkGI/AAAAAAAAASg/5uYj51QQg0Q/s72-c/jonas+brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8673893184487588580</id><published>2008-07-10T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:36.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHYom-0VbRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Pf-hUqv-gOw/s1600-h/panel_promotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221405468145315090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHYom-0VbRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Pf-hUqv-gOw/s400/panel_promotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow 7-11 is giving away free slurpee's because the date is 7-11. We might hit a couple of stores tomorrow. My kids will think I am a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8673893184487588580?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8673893184487588580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8673893184487588580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8673893184487588580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8673893184487588580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/711.html' title='7/11'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SHYom-0VbRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Pf-hUqv-gOw/s72-c/panel_promotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8133329364453355711</id><published>2008-07-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:37.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of my week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I would recap the highlights of my week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Signed up and inked the deal for the PF Chang 1/2 marathon. Yikes! My sister and brother are on board with me. Anyone is welcome to join in the fun with us. The race isn't until January, but I have started the training process. I will keep you all updated. First update: I AM SORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-kgByKy_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rlvxuHcLRM4/s1600-h/pfchang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219571363287321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-kgByKy_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rlvxuHcLRM4/s320/pfchang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Abby and Josh came home from being in Idaho for the last week. They had a blast! It sure was quiet around here while they were gone. Evidence they were back : empty chip bags by the computer, extra messes around the house, and their sweet kisses and hugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I have made the decision that Ryan Gosling is my secret crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-mS7lFxcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hpd4N_6mGy8/s1600-h/hearthrobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219573337306809794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-mS7lFxcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hpd4N_6mGy8/s400/hearthrobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-m4K59OuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CytJE9Lzbbg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219573977076021986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-m4K59OuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CytJE9Lzbbg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his eyes, and voice. Now, he is no Marc Pulsifer but he sure is a close 2nd. You might be surprised that I am attracted to this guy given he has no tattoos and is clean cut but that doesn't mean that I don't still like my boy Lukas. There is enough space in my heart for both of them. (ha-ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-p1vUAjYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rvWyhEy1VMk/s1600-h/Lucas_Rossi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577233844243842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-p1vUAjYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rvWyhEy1VMk/s320/Lucas_Rossi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Josh has been advancing in his karate. He broke a board with his foot. It was so cool to watch. It was awesome seeing how excited he was. I was so proud of him. I guess watching the karate kids movie was an inspiration. Go Mr. Miyagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-uzfO7vcI/AAAAAAAAARg/_29TfxB0chg/s1600-h/TLXNNCAU4R6JMCARTJWN1CAXX2I0WCA7PSGBWCAMGOMYWCA7NUDTSCASHXUC9CA0DYXVOCAGXMPEMCA84MF1RCAMKW5ONCAEGVM3GCAFM22Q5CAEL1FP3CAVKUMXYCAXUA4B7CA99STPKCAVHQ0GY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219582692726390210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-uzfO7vcI/AAAAAAAAARg/_29TfxB0chg/s320/TLXNNCAU4R6JMCARTJWN1CAXX2I0WCA7PSGBWCAMGOMYWCA7NUDTSCASHXUC9CA0DYXVOCAGXMPEMCA84MF1RCAMKW5ONCAEGVM3GCAFM22Q5CAEL1FP3CAVKUMXYCAXUA4B7CA99STPKCAVHQ0GY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-qd7XuBjI/AAAAAAAAARA/RvDYC62VatU/s1600-h/karatebreaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577924275799602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-qd7XuBjI/AAAAAAAAARA/RvDYC62VatU/s320/karatebreaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Marc had some of his staff from his office over for a bbq. My sister and her family were able to join us at the last minute. We ate, swam, played a game of left, right, center and I won! I ended up with the $40.00. Yea me! After the game we walked down to the lake and watched the fireworks. Good thing Marc had his fireworks earlier in the day because I was dead tired by 10:30 when we headed home. We all had a great day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-rtTANPmI/AAAAAAAAARY/tEtgSyetzp8/s1600-h/forth+of+july+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219579287829298786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-rtTANPmI/AAAAAAAAARY/tEtgSyetzp8/s320/forth+of+july+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-rm__z2hI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eEdV2ZOWrLY/s1600-h/forth+of+july+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219579179648145938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-rm__z2hI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eEdV2ZOWrLY/s320/forth+of+july+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-rfA7u4qI/AAAAAAAAARI/v2hTSIlXZws/s1600-h/forth+of+july+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219579042460525218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-rfA7u4qI/AAAAAAAAARI/v2hTSIlXZws/s320/forth+of+july+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My good friend Brenda (Paige's mom) has offered to have all 5 of my kids over for a sleep over. Is she crazy or what? Lilly was so funny she said to me "Don't cry mom I promise I will come back". Honey sorry to break the news to you but those were tears of happiness because you were leaving. I am looking forward to the next 24 hours. I love my kids but could use some quiet time. You can only imagine how much noise 5 kids who are bored make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8133329364453355711?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8133329364453355711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8133329364453355711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8133329364453355711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8133329364453355711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/recap-of-my-week.html' title='Recap of my week'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG-kgByKy_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rlvxuHcLRM4/s72-c/pfchang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-9017530382397123880</id><published>2008-07-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:37.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw back Thursday</title><content type='html'>We came across this picture the other day of the kids at the Wildlife Zoo in California.  We thought it was pretty funny looking.  So here you have it a picture from the past.  A throw back.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG16Kfvhu7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/N0MmXqCDSh4/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218961863930395570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG16Kfvhu7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/N0MmXqCDSh4/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-9017530382397123880?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/9017530382397123880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=9017530382397123880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/9017530382397123880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/9017530382397123880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/07/throw-back-thursday.html' title='Throw back Thursday'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SG16Kfvhu7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/N0MmXqCDSh4/s72-c/IMG_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-6616997545439692351</id><published>2008-06-30T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:38.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGlM12_8rDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mlcvL8LxsXY/s1600-h/imageshungry+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217786131465940018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGlM12_8rDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mlcvL8LxsXY/s320/imageshungry+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out about this website. Some of you may already know about it...but if not check it out.  I thought the name of the website was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;.  I saw her book at Costco and now want to go back and get it. She has some great snack ideas and the low down on new healthy foods. She sends out updates and newsletters. If you sign up put my name as how you found out. They are giving prizes out to the 500,000 person to sign up and to the person who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; you. It doesn't cost a thing. Go check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/"&gt;http://www.hungry-girl.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-6616997545439692351?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/6616997545439692351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=6616997545439692351' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6616997545439692351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/6616997545439692351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/hungry-girl.html' title='Hungry Girl'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGlM12_8rDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mlcvL8LxsXY/s72-c/imageshungry+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-5318413585214059228</id><published>2008-06-28T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:38.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 years young today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGZmalwweAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yqD6BKV8R2M/s1600-h/Lukas+Rossi+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216969825354545154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGZmalwweAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yqD6BKV8R2M/s320/Lukas+Rossi+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to my best friend and sister.  As you can see we look like complete opposites but we couldn't be more alike.  We finish each other sentences, married guys that are wired the same (in all ways when I say that.  You get the picture), and we think alike for the most part.  We are just different enough to be a great balance to each other.  Some of my favorite things about my sister are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is the most thoughtful person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is fun to be with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is a great mom-likes to tease her kids with my kind of humor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always up for a pedicure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always has an ear for me when I melt down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't judge people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very creative and willing to help me with my projects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can have a great bitch session and I know that what is said will never leave the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but she knows why I love her.   I guess it helps that I am immature for my age.  Lo- Love ya-Glad you are all mine and I don't have to share you with another sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-5318413585214059228?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5318413585214059228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=5318413585214059228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5318413585214059228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5318413585214059228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/32-years-young-today.html' title='32 years young today!'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGZmalwweAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yqD6BKV8R2M/s72-c/Lukas+Rossi+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-7644015171297215316</id><published>2008-06-26T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:38.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in a nut shell</title><content type='html'>My friend brought this over to me the other day.  It is so me except for the kitchen part.  I would change that to running the kids to activites.  I'm sure many of you can relate.  I thought it was cute.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGRYZYKbu5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Lbhc1QN0X7s/s1600-h/my_life%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216391461408062354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGRYZYKbu5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Lbhc1QN0X7s/s400/my_life%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-7644015171297215316?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/7644015171297215316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=7644015171297215316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7644015171297215316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/7644015171297215316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-in-nut-shell.html' title='My Life in a nut shell'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGRYZYKbu5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Lbhc1QN0X7s/s72-c/my_life%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-2700330193575849376</id><published>2008-06-25T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:39.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby rocked the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJUd2_PzCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AzCK4VmPip0/s1600-h/abby+basketball+tournament+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824190402186274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJUd2_PzCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AzCK4VmPip0/s320/abby+basketball+tournament+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJUPVsc1oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qrAeUUpmd1M/s1600-h/abby+basketball+tournament+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215823940946810498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJUPVsc1oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qrAeUUpmd1M/s320/abby+basketball+tournament+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJTvxVyovI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nr8eCsQDEV4/s1600-h/abby+basketball+tournament+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215823398612148978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJTvxVyovI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nr8eCsQDEV4/s320/abby+basketball+tournament+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby had her last tournament of the season.  They walked away taking first place in their division.  Not without a fight I might add.  They had 2 games on Saturday and 3 on Sunday.  Their last game on Sunday they were so tired but they were playing the championship game so they had to step it up.  It went into triple overtime.  Yes, triple overtime.  Everyone was on their feet cheering.  It was great.  I felt so happy for Abby.  She played well and had between 6 and 10 points every game.  She has been so dedicated and that makes me proud.  Abby I love you and love to watch you play the game.  It makes me smile.  You make me smile.  I love you!  These pictures are of her shooting the ball.  She thought they were really cool.  So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-2700330193575849376?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/2700330193575849376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=2700330193575849376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2700330193575849376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/2700330193575849376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/abby-rocked-house.html' title='Abby rocked the house'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGJUd2_PzCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AzCK4VmPip0/s72-c/abby+basketball+tournament+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-221400550140192145</id><published>2008-06-24T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dig these things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGFWVV4-i2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QrB8e36JEVQ/s1600-h/veggie+scramble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215544768125111138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGFWVV4-i2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QrB8e36JEVQ/s320/veggie+scramble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love most of the morning star products so when these came out I gave them a try.  Love them!  They are on sale at Fry's this week 3 packs for $8.00.  They are so good to heat up in your microwave and then eat them with some salsa.  Low cal, Low fat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-221400550140192145?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/221400550140192145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=221400550140192145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/221400550140192145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/221400550140192145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dig-these-things.html' title='I dig these things'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SGFWVV4-i2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QrB8e36JEVQ/s72-c/veggie+scramble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-1592434329136493279</id><published>2008-06-21T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:39.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was in the boxes?</title><content type='html'>This is what was in the boxes. We also got 2 big dressers but I couldn't fit them in the picture. Abby is now sharing a room with Amelia. She is being a real sport about it. Abby has always had her own room up until now. Since we are not moving she has to share. Before the 3 little girls shared a room. Anyways, I think it will be good for them to share. I shared a room and bed with my sister until I moved out. We are so close and I am sure that had something to do with it. We are 9 years apart so she was exposed to things at an early age by sharing a room with me. She was taught by the best how to sneak out, or have a boyfriend sneak in. ( I kept it rated G- I wasn't hoe- just liked to hang with my boyfriend.) So, I can only hope that good will come out of this. It has been 24 hours and no cat fight. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SF1T5pR-9cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_YyttEWn614/s1600-h/bedroom+stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214416193363834306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SF1T5pR-9cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_YyttEWn614/s320/bedroom+stuff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SF1TyuReWBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/80RPq8fk7xE/s1600-h/bedroom+stuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214416074444789778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SF1TyuReWBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/80RPq8fk7xE/s320/bedroom+stuff+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-1592434329136493279?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/1592434329136493279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=1592434329136493279' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1592434329136493279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/1592434329136493279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-was-in-boxes.html' title='What was in the boxes?'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SF1T5pR-9cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_YyttEWn614/s72-c/bedroom+stuff+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3861999516481542874</id><published>2008-06-20T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:39.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe I would ever have to blog about this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFuRt0_nCUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vQlHIucCdW8/s1600-h/karate+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213921210117065026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFuRt0_nCUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vQlHIucCdW8/s320/karate+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I am going to blog about this is to remind everyone what can happen.  Yesterday when we got home from running errands I started doing some work in the garage.  All of the kids were getting out of the car and going inside.  Or so I thought.  I finished up and closed the garage and went in.  Josh was on the computer and I heard the girls upstairs.  I started to make dinner, I went on the computer myself, made and phone call and then the next thing I know Lilly came walking in from the garage crying.  She kept saying why did you leave me in the car?  I was calling your name.  Well, I didn't know she had been left in the car.  She was in the hot car for close to 35 minutes.  She was burning up and her hair was soaked.  She had tried to get out but locked the car door acidently.  She was smart enough to open the garage to give her some light to get the car unlocked and opened.  You can't imagine how I feel.  I have not been able to sleep at all.   I just feel sick.  So, let you learn from this.  Make sure everyone gets out of the car.  It is so easy for this kind of thing to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3861999516481542874?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3861999516481542874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3861999516481542874' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3861999516481542874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3861999516481542874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-believe-i-would-ever-have-to-blog.html' title='Can&apos;t believe I would ever have to blog about this'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFuRt0_nCUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vQlHIucCdW8/s72-c/karate+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-5635498513701251149</id><published>2008-06-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:40.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp-afLnLzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HAUfbcst_Us/s1600-h/friends+dancing+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213618512146673458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp-afLnLzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HAUfbcst_Us/s320/friends+dancing+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp-TdDRUgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KH3loKjdEeY/s1600-h/friends+dancing+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213618391315730946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp-TdDRUgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KH3loKjdEeY/s320/friends+dancing+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel swam too much yesterday and by the evening she could barley open her eyes. I thought these pictures were really funny. She said everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;. I asked her if she thought she was going blind. Wrong thing to say to a tired out little girl. It took me a half hour to convince her that wasn't going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-5635498513701251149?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5635498513701251149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=5635498513701251149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5635498513701251149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5635498513701251149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much-swimming.html' title='Too much swimming'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp-afLnLzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HAUfbcst_Us/s72-c/friends+dancing+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3197717137129794619</id><published>2008-06-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:40.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp9Oggo1tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XpUQaAfgB7k/s1600-h/friends+dancing+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213617206833239762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp9Oggo1tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XpUQaAfgB7k/s320/friends+dancing+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my front entry has looked like since June 3rd.  My husband has been telling me he is going to put this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; together.  It goes in the girls room and they are antsy.  We have been waiting and waiting.  I finally called someone to come deal with it on Friday.  Marc, I think your a stud even if you aren't a handy man.  Give it up baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3197717137129794619?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3197717137129794619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3197717137129794619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3197717137129794619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3197717137129794619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-3rd.html' title='June 3rd'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFp9Oggo1tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XpUQaAfgB7k/s72-c/friends+dancing+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-8495845024491288409</id><published>2008-06-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:41.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfb9izbT_I/AAAAAAAAANw/DKUekqjyd-U/s1600-h/dance+recital+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212876944065646578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfb9izbT_I/AAAAAAAAANw/DKUekqjyd-U/s320/dance+recital+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfb0U7lPJI/AAAAAAAAANo/8a__IdXDSok/s1600-h/dance+recital+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212876785722932370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfb0U7lPJI/AAAAAAAAANo/8a__IdXDSok/s320/dance+recital+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbsa0DuEI/AAAAAAAAANg/vx8vUA2QRfo/s1600-h/dance+recital+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212876649863034946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbsa0DuEI/AAAAAAAAANg/vx8vUA2QRfo/s320/dance+recital+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbgbxL8-I/AAAAAAAAANY/jfFaq0ElwlQ/s1600-h/dance+recital+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212876443960996834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbgbxL8-I/AAAAAAAAANY/jfFaq0ElwlQ/s320/dance+recital+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had their dance recital over the weekend.  Boy, it was crazy good.  It makes me so happy to watch them up there dancing their little hearts out.  I always want to cry just because I can't believe that it is my kid that is up there.  I just feel so proud.  Amelia has been dancing for about 4 years now.  It is what she lives for.  She has such passion for it.  I think it is so cool that at such a young age she has found passion for something.  Sometimes I feel like I am still searching for something to have as much passion for.  Abby tried hip hop for the first time this year.  Her and Paige decided to step out of their comfort zone and try something new.  I was shocked that they went through with it.  Abby has always been about basketball so I know how hard this was for her.  She stuck it out, and liked it.  She did really good.  Paige and her have decided to stick with the hip hop and are going to continue the class.  Way to go girls. I  Love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212876273492988002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbWguckGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LsqT73c7Qqg/s320/dance+recital+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbMj7at-I/AAAAAAAAANI/xHkFqACgJOA/s1600-h/dance+recital+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212876102554007522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfbMj7at-I/AAAAAAAAANI/xHkFqACgJOA/s320/dance+recital+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-8495845024491288409?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/8495845024491288409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=8495845024491288409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8495845024491288409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/8495845024491288409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFfb9izbT_I/AAAAAAAAANw/DKUekqjyd-U/s72-c/dance+recital+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-3067781962386166790</id><published>2008-06-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:41.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diva's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXp8q2kHvI/AAAAAAAAANA/-hgOq-JL1qA/s1600-h/pedicures.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212329372255788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXp8q2kHvI/AAAAAAAAANA/-hgOq-JL1qA/s320/pedicures.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While dad is away the girls will play. We headed over for 5 pedicures on Friday. It was the first time for the girls and they are officially addicted. I hope Marc has a phat wallet from here on out. His girls are going to cost him an arm and a leg. Marc and Josh went to California for the weekend. They did the boys weekend. We all had fun doing our own thing. I just love being with my girls. They all are so dedicated to shopping, pampering themselves and going to the movies. What more could a mom ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXWM1uOsxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7wZaqZRAZYY/s1600-h/rachel+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212307659818971922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXWM1uOsxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7wZaqZRAZYY/s320/rachel+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXWVjWhriI/AAAAAAAAAMw/alEK2TahzeY/s1600-h/GetAttachmentpedicures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212307809506536994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXWVjWhriI/AAAAAAAAAMw/alEK2TahzeY/s320/GetAttachmentpedicures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-3067781962386166790?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/3067781962386166790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=3067781962386166790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3067781962386166790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/3067781962386166790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-divas.html' title='My Diva&apos;s'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFXp8q2kHvI/AAAAAAAAANA/-hgOq-JL1qA/s72-c/pedicures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-5017856928389737895</id><published>2008-06-11T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:41.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why my table is scratched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFDEIE7SpRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WHcVfTiz16c/s1600-h/maggiegarage+sale+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210880411908089106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFDEIE7SpRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WHcVfTiz16c/s320/maggiegarage+sale+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't figure out why my table was getting scratches all over it.  Well,  you can see now how they got there.  Maggie hops up on the table when we leave and looks out the front window.  What does your pet do when you are gone?  I'm sure they don't just lay there and sleep like you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-5017856928389737895?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/5017856928389737895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=5017856928389737895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5017856928389737895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/5017856928389737895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/that.html' title='That&apos;s why my table is scratched'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SFDEIE7SpRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WHcVfTiz16c/s72-c/maggiegarage+sale+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4636291863716240876</id><published>2008-06-08T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:42.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in the money$$$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcnjnUXcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CeaSmG7a1ao/s1600-h/maggiegarage+sale+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570334861450690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcnjnUXcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CeaSmG7a1ao/s200/maggiegarage+sale+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcfKmxBvI/AAAAAAAAALw/sTypOS0mYZ0/s1600-h/maggiegarage+sale+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570190709294834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcfKmxBvI/AAAAAAAAALw/sTypOS0mYZ0/s200/maggiegarage+sale+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a garage sale early Saturday morning.  We pretty much got rid of everything we don't or haven't used at our house in the past year.  It felt so good to get rid of it all.  My junk is another persons treasure.  Right?  $437.75 worth of junk/treaures.  It was fun getting up early at talking to all of the hard core garage sale groupies.  (And let me tell you what there are a lot of them out there).  The cool thing about it is everyone is happy and has a smile on their face.  We had fun and now have some extra cashola for our California trip this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcWnbTbZI/AAAAAAAAALo/IZ3qTAZybpo/s1600-h/maggiegarage+sale+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570043827023250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcWnbTbZI/AAAAAAAAALo/IZ3qTAZybpo/s320/maggiegarage+sale+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4636291863716240876?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4636291863716240876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4636291863716240876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4636291863716240876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4636291863716240876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-in-money.html' title='We&apos;re in the money$$$$$'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEwcnjnUXcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CeaSmG7a1ao/s72-c/maggiegarage+sale+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742010688384781952.post-4288543174886027770</id><published>2008-06-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:42.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfy Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEdkLXWfMMI/AAAAAAAAALg/yK6A_ZH8Ayo/s1600-h/ch-laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208241640486940866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEdkLXWfMMI/AAAAAAAAALg/yK6A_ZH8Ayo/s320/ch-laura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister has started her own business and I want to spread the word for her.  Here is her blog about it and contact information.  I have looked at a couple of her catalogs and the stuff is GREAT!  All price ranges as well.  My sister rocks!  You go girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAl8T-5YPAc/SD7WucRpJwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/N0dzlDX-FJk/s1600-h/ch-laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I am so excited to say I am finally starting my own furniture and accessory business. This has been a dream of mine for quite sometime. I love, love furniture and the way it can transform the feel of your home or office.The name of my company is "The Comfy Chair" and I will have a list of suppliers shortly. In a nutshell, I will take appointments to either come to your home or you to mine and search catalogs of my suppliers. The prices will be at wholesale plus 10%, shipping and state tax.When purchasing a sofa or chair, most clients want to "try-out" the piece to get a feel for it. Some of my suppliers do have show rooms in Az, which will give you an opportunity to experience the real deal. Just come back and order it from me at a fraction of the cost the showroom would charge.I hope you all tell your friends and family. I am so excited to start working doing something that I am so passionate about.My blog site for the company is &lt;a href="http://www.laurascomfychair.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.laurascomfychair.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  If you have any questions please visit my blog and leave a comment! www.laurascomfychair.blogspot.com&lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=1025348978939202332&amp;amp;postID=6017425790923608016"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="386961605678656683"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742010688384781952-4288543174886027770?l=tsumomi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/feeds/4288543174886027770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742010688384781952&amp;postID=4288543174886027770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4288543174886027770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742010688384781952/posts/default/4288543174886027770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsumomi.blogspot.com/2008/06/comfy-chair.html' title='The Comfy Chair'/><author><name>tsumomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08870652948556356568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SRmRm_tbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZzgzYQo1kCA/S220/me+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLWtGIJSxIo/SEdkLXWfMMI/AAAAAAAAALg/yK6A_ZH8Ayo/s72-c/ch-laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
